In the glow of this
neon mountain,
framing her face
like a fluorescent halo
from behind
...
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In the glow of this
neon mountain,
framing her face
like a fluorescent halo
from behind
...
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He would have to settle for an unmarked grave, if you could call it that, and his bleached white bones, stripped clean by wild dogs in a dry riverbed on the outskirts of Kabul, not unlike the one he ... [+]
Bronagh's mother watched her toying with her food.
"Sit up straight, Bronnie," she chided, "and finish your dinner. Your father's ready to read you a story."
"I don't want to."
"Well, if you'd
...
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