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ZihuatanejoArizona. Late July 2009. 2:32 PM. James’s bright red 2006 Chevrolet convertible sped down the thin ribbon of near-molten blacktop that creased the orange desert like a pen mark on paper. The roof was down (an obvious decision, considering the 110° heat), and electronic music flowed and pulsed through the speakers. James sat in the driver’s seat. There was a pleased expression on his sunglass-clad face, one that might appear on someone appreciating an inside joke. His long hair, bleached blonde by the sun, whipped out behind him as he paid little attenZihuatanejo
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The Oleander CityThe Oleander City or Dreams of a Rowboat and a New Pair of BootsThe Oleander City
“Are we lost?” Luka said loudly as his boots once again sank into the black mud with a thin ripple. His socks were probably ruined by now; even though the boots were thick rubber and went up to just below his knees, the quiet, misty heat of the Louisiana swamp soaked everything through to the skin. It wasn’t the sickly cold wetness of early spring slush in New York, but a warm, seeping condensation that stuck the white muscle shirt to Luka’s back like a new layer of asphalt upon a dry road. He felt lik
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Beyond the WallsI couldn’t begin to relate the number of times I’d gone over the Plan with Luka. We had had weekly meetings in the storage rooms on the upper floor of the library on Saturday evenings for months before his birthday, scribbling every detail meticulously into the blueprints of our dorm room copied from the school’s archives: when the teachers would all return to their quarters to say their prayers before falling asleep, the best route from each of our rooms (on the second floor) down the stairs, past Friar Willis’s room, and out the door, and the precise time and location at which my cousin Feller would stop to piBeyond the Walls
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Untitled for nowThe day began slowly. The dawn, for one, seemed idler than normal. The frail light issued by the sun was reluctant, unwilling to overflow the small-minded dam between night and day and spill over the horizon. But it did, and like tar, it crept across the city, casting its sallow white glow onto the fragmented streets, dirty with dust, ash, and powdered glass from the broken and burnt frames of the First buildings. Not a thing stood intact; the ash covered all, suffocating what little soil had not been built over and coating the contorted steel frames, preserving them in a silent, hUntitled for now
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