Back then, protecting the border was about preventing people from getting out; now it means not letting anyone in…
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The synagogue of my youth wandered throughout the city, from the basement of the Methodist church on the Manayunk hills to the East Falls nursing home…
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“She washed her hair and chose the most suitable clothes her closet would allow, the kind of outfit she imagined the woman who headed up the office of human resources would want to see.”
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“But when Flora dried off, put on her housecoat and entered the bedroom, she was not prepared for what she saw.”
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I held my magazines in my lap and looked longingly out the window, believing myself to be a melancholic character in the movie of my life.
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Her aunts—a year apart and almost identical in appearance—ticked all the boxes of conventional postcolonial standards of Bangladeshi beauty. They had the “fair and lovely” smooth skin, the black voluminous hair that touched their waists, and eyes with lashes that could put a doe to shame.
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“I spoke the least of my fears for him then. Although his excesses scared me, I usually said nothing against his inordinate feasts.”
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“Humor is so essential to having a well-maintained psyche, because if we take ourselves too seriously, we’re probably going to be miserable,” Christine Sneed tells interviewer Kathryn O’Day.
He moved close enough to whiff my aftershave. Our eyes met before he grimaced.
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Show me a mistake that isn’t avoidable or a person who never makes one. How much easier these characters’ lives would be if they allowed themselves to fail and learn and grow.
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She loved her Oxy, Hydrocodone, and Xanax, the pretty colors and shapes. She sometimes poured them all into her hand. Did she think about it? Of course, some days. It would be so easy—a glass of water, her favorite videos.
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He’s standing around and a girl in a red coat makes him think of me. Or a French bulldog, that I would run to pat. Or a scent makes him turn back.
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“They had traveled through miles and miles of empty land in the dark, a vast empty space between national borders.”
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I was certain all was lost, that the curtain had been lifted to expose Double Take Creative for what it truly was: a two-bit operation run by a misty-eyed has-been and his oblivious minion.
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The flight attendant checked the row number printed on the overhead compartments, consulted her paper, then looked directly at Mia. “You are a doctor?”
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This is when I realize that sunglasses weren’t invented to keep the sun out of your eyes.
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She returned home when her village was liberated after six months of occupation. Her house greeted her with a collapsed wall.
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“Once upon a time, long ago in northern Hungary, the land of the Matyó, a beautiful boy and girl were deeply in love.”
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In the weeks and months after the operation, he’d wake from sleep, sounds tooting up from his throat not so much snores as noisy requests for air.
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“Shame and living, living with it, living through it, living past it. This is what these stories are made of.”
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“I look up to those people who have nothing at all but their own body, which is used to the core: the rickshaw pullers, the sweepers, the mothers in rags…”
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“One of the biggest things that I think about when I’m writing is trusting the reader,” Giada Scodellaro tells interviewer Erik Noonan.
The Friday after Johnny was caught cutting up his Adderall, the AC unit in the teachers’ lounge broke.
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Grigor, as everyone who met him agrees, had been dropped on his head as a baby. Or else nursed on straight vodka.
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“The next morning, my training began at Achieve English. In a week, I was teaching. I’d never taught anything.”
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“We washed our hands vigorously after reading all these things. We wiped down our doorknobs and our computer keyboards.”
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“The rooms become increasingly more expensive, as one gets closer to the Abyss.”
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I can finally legitimately stroll into a Victoria’s Secret looking for a bra-and-panty set for myself and not pretend to be doing Christmas or birthday shopping for my wife.
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The shadows of the bamboo leaves shivered across Cassandra’s face. Even in the moonlight, she looked like she was planning something.
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I don’t know what he expected to see. My disfigurement is not external
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