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Sam
at the Gun Show
by Greg Bottoms
He was sorry that some hay in the barn caught fire, sure, and
that his older brother Donald beat him nearly senseless .
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Ed
by Brian Doyle
Summer reminds me, God knows why, of my friend Ed, a whole
species of man unto himself.
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Paper
Wasps
by Lee Martin
The paper wasps are more perfectly made than those of us
who sometimes want to fade from the living. Industrious,
persistent, they keep to their work.
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Jimmy Milikan
by Jose Chaves
Years later I would see Jimmy half-drunk on his porch step and
drinking Bud Ice, and he would say hi to me in the this weird
voice.
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Marco
Millions
by Cantara Christopher
In
this stupid town I occasionally get invited to this thing or
that because I’m Asian-American, so it happened one time I was
invited to the opening night of an O’Neill revival called Marco
Millions.
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The
Fist
by David Bosnick
With a wild swing of her arm her fist
thumped into the middle of my father's back. He stopped and
turned around slow. "Did you hear something?" he said,
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