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“Folks need other folks, that’s all I mean. Especially here in the Ohio.”

It’s all good,” Mila says, meaning, it’s so not, her voice glass-like.

With no words to speak about our love, we’re each one more alone.

The dark creatures are still, yet they give life to the whole mountain.

I have three girls from my previous marriages, but she beats them all.

His hands stiffened so that the fingers curled inward like gray claws.

Eavan’s death was catastrophic, leaving us all wanting more.

The interrogator was both man and deity, prophet and god.

We backed up and I kept ripping it at his face, trying to knock his teeth out.

The blood had been soaked up in sawdust—“this is hell.”

Living as the last artist in Manhattan: it’s the ultimate test of commitment.

Even if he lost her he would never disparage her, never not love her.

Now, with new orders to carry out, he’d been restored to factory settings.

Clark and Robertson got a reset, and Tuyen would get a baby. But Mikey?

L’chaim. To lives both bygone and ongoing, and to the truths I choose to believe.

He was frightened, a creature no more or less unbound by time than I am.

Americans didn’t invent courage, but we are no strangers to it.

Kids interfere with perfection. Wives interfere. Marriage interferes.

We entertain them. We kiss and spit and strike. We’re always changing.

I tell her I’m a woman now, that my boobs just popped in.

It was on a mid-June morning that the stranger first called.

A coldness bumped a last kiss upon my cheek, a good-bye kiss sliding across.

Write simple sentences. Report. Don’t moralize. No pretensions.

Five dark shapes loped after the car. Dogs—as far as the eye could see.

All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death.”

Your mother still glows with a smoothness that you envy.

He always talked of making money with the air of a connoisseur.

“I mean it, Martín. I won’t marry a man with a bald lip, like a boy.”

The stupider the president the more power you arrange for him.