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The consensus was that all the great writers drank way too much.

My father was at an awful disadvantage in a sport where cunning is a virtue.

Sometimes the phone would ring and ring, and I’d go answer. It was him.

“were all here pregaming. at my dads apt. Wher the duck are u.”

It was good they were Africans, she thought. It meant less danger.

All was hushed and stonily still, like the moon and its lights and shadows.

When I meet his gaze, he’s frowning, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. When saw the fury in his eyes, I thought he was going to kill him.

He held a screwdriver to the fleshy underside of Peggy’s neck.

Some women have all the tit out hip out flat of the hand & tone of voice.

In time the squirrel who was my friend is my friend no longer.

Our remarks must be tempered by a sense of cooperation.

They danced only with one another and did not speak to white boys.

You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.

“I can’t hold it any longer. I have to pee,” I finally confessed to Viola.

They caught those few of us left unclaimed by the one emotion, or the other.

There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.

The students usually didn’t look up to see who was serving them.

The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.

When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.

More and more whiskey was required to knock out the elephant.

In search of the life we all agree is so desirable—art, romance, freedom!

Joanna Walsh

“Go watch the showgirls, Roy,” said Chino. “It’s educational.”

I told kids I didn’t feel a thing there anymore, but it was a lie.

“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.

What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.

We had a pact to live outside the adult world forever, and we broke it.