This next novel is dedicated to Joyce Elliot, whom I both befriended and failed.
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pale boy trudges through winter slush. eyes downcast, thoughts amuck. He struggles to recall the starkness of Narnia, instead holocaust ima... -
Confessions are cheap, be they sincere or not. How will you end your puny life? Will it be swept away majestically? Oh, sweet heart, unlike... -
House remembers three ungainly children, greedy for sweets, toys, attention. House is shyly proud of a sunken living room, rosewood baseme...
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