Kyra Kondis
We buy the salamander for Georgia after Mrs. Katz finds her digging in the dirt, alone, on the school playground.
“Where are your friends?” Mrs. Katz asks her.
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Kyra Kondis
Double-check that the sprout coming up to the left of the backyard fence does, in fact, have a face, is, in fact growing flesh;
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Benjamin Kessler
As a performing couple we’d gained a bit of notoriety. Fellow magicians would corner us separately at parties and ask how we made it work. Wasn’t it hard? Didn’t it ever, you know, bleed over, on stage?
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L. Soviero
The commercial on my friend’s flat screen has lots of babies. Bald babies. Babies with one tooth. Babies who crawl. Babies who have bread rolls for legs.
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Danny Thomas
Some folks are healed so they can get back to work. Some need to be talked through healing, and some need to be sung to. Some need loved ones holding their hands, and some need to be left alone in silence and darkness
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