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You Don’t Hunt a Man
An employee negotiates how to while away his time at an office party
Tidelines
I didn’t want to be rescued, or drowned either. I was up and down like the marks on my arms and that felt OK, and that was it really.
The Yellow Sun
Dreams, oh yes dreams. I crouch in the tunnel, eyes closing on the sickly branches reaching across the tracks, blocking it all from my mind with the land of the ...