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For the final touch of his latest painting, Leonard Alvarado applied a slight dab of reddish yellow on a tree in the far background, then stood back. Pleased, he said to himself, I am pleased. The painting depicted a large dog with a coat of wild bright and blighted splotches…
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For years Yegor the man went from town to town asking of the boy who had been in his life for so long and who had disappeared one night when a great…
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Laura stood in the kitchen, stared out at the neat rows of brown houses. Morning. Gray sky. A knock on the door. “Yes?” “Sign here.” A clipboard. A…
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His beliefs are living beings, Holden says, talking about himself again. At first they fall as impoverished angels into his eyes as dawn paints the…
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Vacancy is not my friend. I’m not here to cross a river of nothingness to get to the other side of nothing in no time for no reason – and that’s why an…
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Most reindeer have a rather dull nose, dark brown or boring gray, but Rudolph had a very shiny one. Therefore, the rest of the pack laughed about it…
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For years, Adam counted the beans. Each morning, at eight o’clock sharp, he took the pot from the cupboard, placed it on the countertop, withdrew…
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As a bird I would gently fly high above buses and those who mount sidewalks on a hardline damp day of waging war with office chores and bills to pay …
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