Category: Fiction
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The Fat Man
Then he stripped to red-ochre painted nakedness and drank a bottle of gin to wash down a rattle of amphetamines.
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You All Know Who You Are!
What she said added to my later tears but there were so many of those and their reasons flowed into each other so easily that I can’t distinguish their flow today.
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Kerrigan’s Streak
Imagine winning the lottery. Then imagine winning it more than once. Meet Nancy Kerrigan.