May 2012
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LUNCH-HOUR FICTION #1: "Herriot"
Connecticut, 1985.
The man is running, gasping, down a paved winding road lined with gargantuan, cheap-looking homes. It is suburban dusk in the springtime, and the warmish air smells of sweet wet grass and fresh asphalt and, weirdly, Froot Loops. The man’s name is Herriot, and he’s nobody’s idea of attractive: orange hair, avocado-sized Adam’s apple, tiny wrists. His bony body features a round,...
April 2012
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March 2012
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I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen.
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I WILL BE READING A STORY ABOUT LIONEL RICHIE AS...
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February 2012
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January 2012
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December 2011
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November 2011
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September 2011
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