Smokehouse
It was as if I’d swallowed the forest fire itself, all of it burning and alive inside of me
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It was as if I’d swallowed the forest fire itself, all of it burning and alive inside of me
Read MoreThe boy watches as the girl slumps over herself, the fire hair like a warning against coming closer
Read MoreThe face of the con was always someone who embodied the fashion of the time—a slob, a genius, or finally, a charismatic dum-dum
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Read MoreEverything looked the same as the year before—the rows of brick, a tree with lights, an inflatable Santa. Nothing was
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