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My visa expired at midnight.
A soldier with a massive neck, body bursting out of his uniform, buttons straining, machine gun slung down his back, saw me coming. John Candy blocked …
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14 hr ago
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What was saving, anyway? From what? For what?
The television was the only light in the room, screening an infomercial about the longevity of people in Okinawa and a doctor’s willingness to share th…
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Aug 3
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I just want to know what it feels like to be a writer.
“Are all writers self-destructive?” she’d asked me, her eyes merely inquisitive, as if I were a tour guide and she was asking about the weather in Timb…
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Jul 30
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Why are we even here? What were you thinking?
“It’s okay,” Jack said. “We’re minding our own business, right? We’re just passing through.” BELONGING BY DAVID LANGLINAIS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE …
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Jul 28
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For the first time since she had become a sleuth, Annie was sorry to have caught someone.
I know you’ve come for my confession. I’m not sorry or glad about it. It feels terrible to take a life, but I’ve kept girls like Maria out of his clutc…
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Jul 26
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Awww hell, Ann, I ain’t got it. I’ve got twelve kids to feed and a business to run. I can’t keep sending you money.
Do you need me to go to Western Union? my mom would ask. Yeah, my dad would say, let’s send the old girl something. Get her something to eat. COLLECT C…
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Jul 23
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“Should we get this?” his wife asked him. It was a box, a box for holding photos or papers or something. “I like the pattern on it.”
He didn’t want the box. He didn’t want anything. NAPLES FLORIDA BY ALISON CHRISTY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 06 He got the call on Thursday and booked…
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Jul 22
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I think about how their lives are so strangely their own, how we can never really meet and know a person, not even our brother.
“How do you know someone didn’t dream you up? A child, maybe, asleep right now in”—he waves his hand—“China. And when that someone wakes up, you’ll cea…
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Jul 21
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The phone is lost. My mother is finally dead.
A man thrust his way past Clarissa onto the escalator in Grand Central, she rifled frantically through her bag for her phone. Shaking her head, she wen…
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Jul 20
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Rubber duckies are too bourgeoisie.
PAGE SIX BY KEVIN GANNAWAY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 44 The more photogenic half of an antique Vichyssois aquamarine mannequin head updates its inani…
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Jul 19
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How about learning the piano or reading a book but by God dont just stare at the tube.
Do the calculations: if you spend 3 hours a day watching television, by day 8 you will have spent 1 full day, and 365 divided by 8 is a little greater …
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Jul 17
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What can I say? I hate mushrooms. They taste like dirt.
So tonight I’ll have the Ai Funghi Misti. It was a brilliant New York gambit, I thought, eat the thing you think you cannot eat. SALUTE! BY CLARK HOLTZ…
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Jul 15
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