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      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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      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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      I hungered into that quiet until— there—unbelievable!— a wolf spider scuttled onto a leaf.
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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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Written on the Midsoles by Edmond Stevens
October 18, 2023

Most people confuse comfort with happiness.

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Frankenthaler’s Blue by A.C. Koch
October 11, 2023

Breathing deep, Julio entered the painting, savoring a moment of escape and transformation.

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Solanum by Laura McPherson
October 10, 2023

She posted multiple photos on her socials every day, and at least one story a week. But despite all that, even the tabloids couldn’t find her in real life, and they were paying people just to look.

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The Failure by Ross McMeekin
October 10, 2023

He was the kind of person who, while chopping onions at a friend’s party, proceeds to cut off his own finger...

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Your Guide to Astonishing Success as an Altar Server by Brian K. Hauser
October 5, 2023

Being gay wasn’t an option. And to my adolescent mind, perhaps becoming an altar server would straighten me out . . .

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