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The Skinny and the Mule
Pietro Valdez was having a bad morning. Bad mornings usually found him leaning against Enzo’s doorpost, beneath the shade of his friend’s straw roof, and this morning was no exception. Here he could rest, draw on a self-rolled cigarette, and contemplate the injustices that existed in the world. Inevitably, he would reach the same…
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Strings
Melissa: This story stands on its own, but readers might be interested in my first encounter with Melissa, which can be found in story-form here, Melissa arches her back, stretching bare flesh against the quilting of her lounger, the better to observe a frisbee player on the beach. “He’s quite the Greek, isn’t he?”…
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To Extinction Rebellion
With gratitude for placing the poor people of our cities under even greater stress, and for your relentless efforts in alienating the rest of us to the entire concept of climate change. Can you take comfort, when you exercise in synthetic clothes, drink from plastic bottles instead of the tap, when you drive a car…
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