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Fiction
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Likable
Each time she opened her mouth, whoever was nearby liked her a little less.
Fiction
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The Blood Jet
He was never nice, yet I let him move in. This, I thought, was experience.
Places
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D Is for the Dance of the Hours: A Portrait of Pre-Bankruptcy Detroit
My cousin’s stories of being a Detroit cop could have come straight out of an opera.
Places
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Sign Here If You Exist
When I think about Darwin’s wasps, I can put to rest my belief in God. It’s the afterlife that is hard to give up.
Places
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Imaginary Children
“A woman without a child is defined by what she does not have.”
Places
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Memorandum to the Animals
“This time around we are in charge: making our own guest list, which does not include Every Living Thing.”
