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      I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.

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Our Theseus by Nathan Jefferson
April 28, 2025

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.

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Robbing the Pillars by Marie Goyette
March 20, 2025

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.

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Roll for Love by Cidney Mayes
March 14, 2025

She holds the dice up to me. “For good luck?”

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Saturation by Claire Oleson
January 30, 2025

I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.

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Night Elf Bildungsroman by S.C. Svendsgaard
November 13, 2024

I played a male Night Elf druid named Siladan Wintersinger.

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