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Ah, yes, Rita reminded herself: I won. Her Mistress of Mayhem award.

I wouldn’t sleep a second, knowing the catastrophe I’d set in motion.

Some days Barbie Chang wants to hang up her Asian boots.

I was all alone in a little room, nothing but that big gun in my face.

The man protested, I didn’t do anything. He needed the job. I only kissed her.

How’s everything? It’s been forever! Things with me are pretty good.

I worry that I will be kidnapped by my cab driver and driven to an ATM.

I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.

Betrayal was written on my face, in my eyes, and I knew it.

My father stood up, unable to choose which one of us to kill first.

She knew what boys can do to girls: if the girls are alone, and helpless.

If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.

Maybe she’s gay. I wonder if she masturbates when I’m out of the room.

“One of my genetic gifts, and don’t you want to know what the other one is?”

“It’s true I wanted an adventure, but I had a different kind in mind.”

I looked out at the busy world, and I saw nothing but its ugly bones.

She transfigured into a swallow in flight, or a hippo in the rainy season.

He phones from across the country after lying in the grass with another.

It is music opening and closing, Italia mia, on Bleecker, ciao, Antonio.

At first my dad was optimistic that he could be a one-armed farmer.

The engineers seemed ripe for mockery, some more than others.

In three years he had made her forget that blindness meant not seeing.

He sees the slight swelling of her breasts in the open collar of her blouse.

Maybe she was a stereotype now: a single woman with a cat.

“You are a strange one,” she says. “Do you want to see my new tattoo?”

Apparently this was something he had to tell her with his clothes on.

A queen bobcat lives in the hollow base of a dead cypress.

I asked for water, and he shot me a look of henpecked resentment.

Find a hair in the rose bush, wrap it around a thorn until that thorn is soft.