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locked out of the largest fraternity in the country project/stunt-story

You keep meaning to cultivate an expertise in spectator sport. More and more you realize that sports trivia is crucial to male camaraderie. You keenly feel your ignorance. You are locked out of the largest fraternity in the country. You’d like to be the kind of guy who can walk into a bar or an eat…

—p.85 Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney
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the place is haunted project/panopticon project/rink-story topic/heartbreak

The sound of the tumblers in the locks of your apartment door puts you in mind of dungeons. The place is haunted. Just this morning you found a makeup brush beside the toilet. Memories lurk like dustballs at the backs of drawers. The stereo is a special model that plays only music fraught with poig…

—p.37 by Jay McInerney
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wonder who you are project/stunt-story topic/infidelity

Whisper, “Don’t go yet,” as he glides out of your bed before sunrise and you lie there on your back cooling, naked between the sheets and smelling of musky, oniony sweat. Feel gray, like an abandoned locker room towel. Watch him as he again pulls on his pants, his sweater, his socks and shoes. Reac…

—p.256 My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead: Great Love Stories, from Chekhov to Munro HOW TO BE AN OTHER WOMAN (251) by Lorrie Moore
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what if I love you? topic/heartbreak

[...] With an unbearable force, I relived (or so it now seems to me) all that had ever been between us beginning with a similar kiss; and I said (substituting for our cheap, formal “thou” that strangely full and expressive “you” to which the circumnavigator, enriched all around, returns), “Look her…

—p.429 The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov SPRING IN FIALTA (413) by Vladimir Nabokov
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the presence of that growing morbid pathos topic/infidelity

[...] another year or two later, I was in Paris on business; and one morning on the landing of a hotel, where I had been looking up a film actor fellow, there she was again, clad in a gray tailored suit, waiting for the elevator to take her down, a key dangling from her fingers. “Ferdinand has gone…

—p.419 SPRING IN FIALTA (413) by Vladimir Nabokov