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Al Bray
In Warsaw’s central station, Edwin’s train arrived below ground, pulling into a narrow slot and letting loose streams of passengers who made their way to stairs leading up to the main hall. Once a month for the past five years he’d come, and it was during his second journey that he’d begun to see his parents on the platform.
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Elnathan John
The boys who sleep under the Kuka tree in Bayan Layi like to boast about the people they have killed. I never join in because I have never killed a man. Banda has, but he doesn’t like to talk about it.
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Cynthia Mitchell
When I was getting ready to go on a date with a boy I didn’t much like, I went into my parents’ room to borrow a pair of my mother’s stockings, size A.
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Adam Poor
They finished the interstate and bought up all the leftover farm country so that after years of only subdivisions and cheap gas we now had a Super Target and a Home Depot and a Bank of America with four lanes of drive-thru ATMs. No longer was there any need of the city at all.
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Lewis Turco
Don finally decided he had to do something about the itch on his back.He’d used his backscratcher on it several times, but it just kept on bothering him, so he got up off his recliner and went upstairs.
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Carl-John Veraja
As I sat on the stiff bed in the trapezoidal white room, the one door creaked open and Emily came into the room. She was five-foot-five and shapely, whereas I was approaching emaciated and six-feet tall—ten pounds lighter than I’d ever been.
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