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THIS IS MY EVENING by Diarmuid ó Maolalai
THIS IS MY EVENINGby Diarmuid ó Maolalai
Israel and Palestine.
I had put the goldfishin a small tank by the windowand had named them(some joke)Israel and...
STEEL PROPHET by Jonathan DeCoteau
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IT’S THAT KIND OF DARK by Kate LaDew
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it’s that kind of dark exactly
like in those silent films, when the man tenderly puts his arm around...
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He'd been raped in Tripoliso he said. Hosted a parasite.Given it to her without asking.She sported a livid scarwhere the worm had turned.
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