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Tack Steps Out

This is the line, right here, right at the edge of this cubicle here, and Tack knows it. The front of his left oxford curves into the air just over the imaginary line, which feels warmer, perhaps because, at this … Continue reading

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Accept / Decline

The staff of the Culver City Gazette took comfort in knowing that Adam English had purchased the newspaper. At the paper’s lowest point in decades, he was running into our burning building, he was pulling us from the icy depths. … Continue reading

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