Rachana Pathak
The bookshelf is the first thing Sim notices. Eighteen feet high, color-coded in rows of red, yellow, green, and blue. A monument to taste, or its illusion.
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Angela Townsend
It is incumbent upon me to memorize the lyrics of Salt n’ Pepa’s “Whatta Man,” such that I am prepared to perform it unabridged in the event of an emergency.
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Andrea Bishop
She turns herself upright but otherwise remains still, like she’s choosing whether to give up or go on. It takes a moment to regain your bearings when you survive. To recalculate your odds.
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