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April watches Anne’s hand alternate between her forehead and her hair, then wave what-to-do. Her rings gleam all over the place.

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Crossing into the old city took the better part of the day when you were as hungry as we were, which was not a nutritional hunger but rather something deeply emotional.

ASTRAY

An unlit cigarette dangled from my lips.

Tragic Strip

Plus Seven: The Integer That Made a Manchu Out of "McCoy"

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The Brooklyn Rail

JUNE 2010

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