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The Biggest Ikea in America
This place wasn’t for us, we didn’t deserve it, we didn’t belong. We had only come to play a temporary game of pretend. I missed our old furniture, how everything was made of wood with real density and nothing fit…
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What Is Freedom: Alexander Chee
I long to one day live in a country with more freedom available to me and everyone I know and don’t know, more than we’ve all ever known. And for that to be this country. But that has felt like…
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A Millennial’s Anthem on Travel and Multiplicity: A Conversation with Cinelle Barnes
“It’s only publishing that loves these silos and categories, because maybe it makes it easier for algorithms to streamline for sales. But I think it’s due time that we in literature embraced cultural and artistic multiplicity. The multi-narrative is the…
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A Potion for Sadness
A nurse stood at the door—scrubs, clipboard, the whole nine yards. “We’re ready for you,” she said. I followed her down a hall and behind a curtain, where I changed into the robe, laid back in the wheelie-bed, and sexted…
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Low Tide, County Line
I’m here to return a car I never rented. The clerk doesn’t ask questions his face already shaped by other people’s lies.
