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Yes, Martha

Yes, Martha

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Our dogs, George and Martha—both of them boys—were named such because our parents were literature—not history—buffs, and were narcissists and sadists and had kids (2!) so that we—my brother and I, that is—had no idea why/how we were the brutal transferences of their lives.more

Somewhere Without Trees

Somewhere Without Trees

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No one broke Jesus’ legs, but someone made Him bleed. more

Virgil Palely Loitering

Virgil Palely Loitering

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“Your cock looks all right, kid,” he said. “I wouldn’t worry about a thing.”more