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The Goose “Oh, she goes away in the winter, she won’t tell me where."

What is going on? We could see each other in the dark, and we pirouetted in the air. You remember.

In the Desert All I had was my knife and the wallet in my shorts.

Another Night in Brooklyn There is a girl sitting near the front who has bloody bandage on her knee that on closer inspection proves to be made of toilet paper.

The Studio Today, he thought as he unlocked the door, today I will make the painting that will make her love me.