All I can do is search the room for someone who can help me. But Marie went home a half hour ago, Saul’s sitting with his head buried in an ice chest, and all the cousins are dancing, bunched up in front of the DJ, wasted. I’ve seen worse—it’s Purim—but it might be time to panic.… more
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FICTION by Brandon TaylorA warm tide rolled through Michael at that thought, at the thought of rising in Sadio’s estimation, and then he felt embarrassed at how openly he thrilled to that idea.… more
