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Atlantic City Expressway

“Poker chips always remind me of Holy Communion,” Nicholas says, laying a white one on his tongue. “The body of Christ must be buried somewhere in Atlantic City.” He stretches himself across the sand, the only crucified sunbather on the … Continue reading

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Ohio

Before she moved to Ohio with him, he told her not to come. I can’t promise I’ll marry you afterward, he said. I can’t promise I’ll marry you ever. She went anyway, years of Brooklyn crammed into damp cardboard boxes … Continue reading

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