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Some nonexistences radiate their own intensity. The nonexistences of factory workers somewhere in Asia, for example, who get up at five in the morning and return to their beds exhausted. Bah, you sigh, these people bore you, even if it's true that they work for you indirectly. [...]

[...] those two years of graduate school, of writing workshops and literature classes, had been the happiest of his life. He’d hauled boxes for a moving company, read two books a week, and begun the novel that Athena and some others, too, had liked. Alone by choice on Saturday nights, writing by an…

Dolly→Joe Jojo, that is OUT OF THE QUESTION. My part in all of it was deplorable, not to mention that I would have to revisit the boiling oil catastrophe.

Joe→Dolly Are you not the one who first explained to me that Americans love redemption stories precisely because they are so irrevocably taint…