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Pity Party

Thus has he—and many more of the same breed that I know the drossy age dotes on—only got the tune of the time and, out of an habit of encounter, a kind of yeasty collection, which carries them through and … Continue reading

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The History of Dinosaurs

Kevin Horvidson was in the process of giving up trying to borrow money from his ex. They were eating in an Oyster Bar they’d frequented while not married but living together. The restaurant was a dark, wood-toned sort of place, … Continue reading

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