Tall as the devil, they said. At thirteen. Wingspan of a rare stork. Hands fat as chuck steaks. He should have been ruining worlds, not having his own destroyed by a pint-sized Indian in a second-hand Raiders jacket.… more
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Fiction by Padgett Powell“I want a girl impervious to harm, petty or grand. An industrial model disguised for home use… more
