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Call Me Verdean by Avitus B. Carle

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- The Evolution of Eve by Debra A. Daniel
  Who would’ve thought she’d ever dance again?
- Our Theseus by Nathan Jefferson
  Last week he was a dishwasher who his coworkers called Ricky. Today he’s a day laborer named Eddie, clearing a pair of fallen trees off a new build’s lawn and fixing up a large garden. Rotting plank ripped out, new plank inserted.
- Robbing the Pillars by Marie Goyette
  Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.
- Roll for Love by Cidney Mayes
  She holds the dice up to me. “For good luck?”
- The Call by Eben E. B. Bein
  I hungered into that quiet until— there—unbelievable!— a wolf spider scuttled onto a leaf.

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