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EXCERPTS:
“No Arm
Swinging”
“I’m a
runway model.”
Say that and all of a sudden,
you’re an interesting person. Never mind that your listener
is looking right at you and can very well judge for herself
how attractive she thinks you are. Say, “runway model,” and
you’ve entered another realm.
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“Lucky Critters”
Marty and I were crossing
against the light at the intersection of Third and Front
when for reasons I will never know, Marty, who’d been my Big
Naked Guy for just over two years, stopped dead in front of
a oncoming maroon Bonneville. The car ripped him right from
my hand, and the Big Naked Guy became the Squashed Flat Guy.
I shouldn’t make fun, but that was my love lying there and
it was easier to think of him flat than the way he really
was—all over the asphalt, kind of . . . messy.
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“The Resurrected Service”
Last Thursday, I stumbled
into the healing service for those living with AIDS.
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