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Page 33 from Issue 99

sometimes she hated him just for that moment, when the cart wouldn't want to budge from his weight. ... A lot of nurses are black, you know." "Not at this nursing home." 33 Issue 99 ... Page 33 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERL Y was talking about her husband. Linda bent over to look and was ...
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Page 502 from Issue 78

took it up: "I know that I myself had trouble with how I conducted myself in this room. ... I would feel angry that my grandson Terry didn't visit me more. Or I'd feel angry the ... didn't realize it." Charles: "Why are you telling us all this now, leRoy?" ...
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Page 24 from Issue 73

Fall 1988
took it up: "I know that I myself had trouble with how I conducted myself in this room. ... I would feel angry that my grandson Terry didn't visit me more. Or I'd feel angry the ... didn't realize it." Charles: "Why are you telling us all this now, LeRoy?" ...
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Page 98 from Issue 122

spin, then forget it and begin a new one next holiday. He'd tell us how lucky we were to have ... imagined there's be a place for someone like me in their history, but nevertheless, open their ... such a fine dinner and ungrateful sinners that we were we ought to bow our heads and thank not God, but ...
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The Disneyland of Albany

Shelly Oria
someone who seemed to believe in him as an artist, which meant a whole lot, wouldn’t they be crossing some ... who would like what. His brain didn’t work that way, but he often felt he had to pretend. That’s how ... Netta letting him know without words that she didn’t believe him. But was he lying? Often it seemed the ...
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Page 176 from Issue 56

tells me that they are intimate, my friend and her nurse. "I was telling her we used to drink ... ask. Two months, and how long is the drive? The best I can explain it is this-I have a friend who ... worked one summer in a mortuary. He used to tell me stories. The one that really got to me was not the ...
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The Baby and the Alligator

Jill Christman
thing? That will happen over there, to someone else, to someone who didn’t follow the rules. Me? On this ... honey,” I say. “I know. It’s been an awful week.” “I didn’t want to say anything with H around,” she ... circuit-board friends to my presence: I’m here, it’s me, tell me what’s going on. At my touch she comes to life, ...
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I Am Old and I Know

Aviya Kushner
“Yes.” “From me?” * I had no idea who M. Strand was. I did not know he had won the Pulitzer Prize and ... shirt: no suits for him. He had deep ridges in his face, and he looked like someone who spent time ... outside. Hiking, maybe. Camping. I did not know how lucky I was to have him as my first serious poetry ...
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Excerpt from Permission

Saskia Vogel
didn’t know how to see me.  Ana’s father avoided looking at Fumiko until she gripped his wrist, and he ... not trying to remember how to breathe,  stop shaking, Fumiko who might hold me, might tell me it will ... into the bath.  We don’t have to tell your father. If you don’t want to.  I didn’t want to. There was ...
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Page 45 from Issue 90

interest me again, and just as intently but meanwhile, wanting Lola to tell me things letting me see inside ... didn't do that and she wasn't always forthcoming telling me about the warts on her feet, but ... a slight scar reminding me of telling me about a time when I was wanting no one to see me reveling in ...

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