Let There Be Light a Little
That year, each night, in a polyester tuxedo And a propeller tie, I would climb up The narrow stairs into […]
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I Am an Innocent Bellman
The visiting exotic dancers liked room service before their two shows a night, before trying not to look too bored
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The Hunter
Every week there was a new defensive tactic added to the handbook, and we catalogued and passed them around like
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Letter from Home about a Friend’s Business with Sofas
Your friend is very much enjoying the business of the sofas, says he’s feeling quite content and wishes now he’d
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Riding the B-Line
I remember the small yield of Marcuses cases and cases of the same men we picked those ripe winters in
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Staring at the Lake with My Wife After My Morning Shift
What happened? Lauren asked. I’d started at this branch a little over a year before, spent three months revising my