From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction—The Christmas Party
I laugh. My laugh, this thing that sounds better on somebody else.
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...moreThe winter is cold and dark and your fingers turn blue. Money is scarce. Mornings are the worst of all. Some of us get lonely. We reach for the bottle or the remote control. We long for free camaraderie in a place that is conducive to reverie and bookishness and easy conversation. Are we alone […]
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