summer
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Boy of My Dreams
I cannot stop dreaming about the sixteen-year-old boy I loved madly almost twenty years ago.
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Rumpus Exclusive: “Lisbon, the Truncated City”
Our love of the superfluous is helpful in better understanding ourselves.
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A Story of Memory: Machine by Susan Steinberg
The narrator is trapped here, in the summer her family and her life fell apart.
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My Summers of Work, Revolution, and Love
Mah taught me that love wasn’t only rebellious, it was also tenacious.
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The Last Poem I Loved: “Seniors” by D. Nurkse
How do we counterbalance or offset our knowledge of particular crimes, particularly those that are so pervasive?
