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Hitting on the Ladiez
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To The Editor
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Until Death
Brad’s parents were always fighting. He hated it. He’d wake up to the sound of the screaming spouses and come home from school to the same monotonous noise. If it wasn’t bills, it was senseless jealousy. He had started to grow accustomed to it, but had never become immune. One day, Brad got off the…
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Saved by the Bull
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Zonexistentialism
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Tagged
It was seven feet tall, bright orange, and aesthetically unpleasant. Whoever did it put it halfway between the entrances to the A & B concourses. Whoever did it had never bothered to burden his or her talents with anything as inconvenient as an art class. Slater looked at Asher. “When I find out who did…
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Ain’t She A Beaut!
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Earth Day
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Bliss
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A Girl’s Got to Eat
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The Day the Muzak Died