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“Get the hell off my car,” she yelled, and the kids scattered like fish.

I stepped down painfully on my cracked ankle and nearly fell.

Arnold’s daily life was a race between money and death.

I knew my father started the fire. It’s not the first place he’s burned down.

I stood there, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.

A snapshot of loneliness and vice in this powerful six-word story.

Getting over being drunk makes you wonder why the hell you did that.

It whispered a promise of great wealth, and I was listening.

Silence, it turned out, was a thing you could buy.

Early on, Castro learned and opposed the unfairness of things.

“It’s out of the question. It’s a waste of your time. And my money.”

Ira and Ada are stepsiblings. Within a month they were sleeping together.

“Then I can promise to kill either of you if I ever see you again.”

Lambert started to cry and said he was sure there was a God.

Paharganj reels with beggars. Old women, boys, breast-feeding girls.

I felt awful about imposing on him, but I was desperate to see the Derby.

Close mist around window. I attempt gender. Deposit each letter.

God doesn’t punish wrongdoing. Rewards multiply if tended to in secret.

I was constantly being torn between belief and disbelief in his narrative.

You knelt down to kiss her, avoiding, of course, the wound at her brow.

I wanted to tear away at the fabric of my pants, dig open my skin.

Stories are places to live. We live in stories. What we are is stories.

“There’s got to be some way through this,” he says, “without losing her.”

The human heart is far more intricate than any single term can describe.

The waitress looked us over, wondering, I guess, if we were famous.