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Dream State
The house was cramped and musty and low ceilinged. There was beige carpet from the seventies,...
Eichmann in Jerusalem
A Report On The Banality Of Evil For when I speak of the banality of evil, I do so only on the...
Feelings
There must be a wound!No one can be this hurtand not bleed. How could she injure me so?No marksNo...
Our Strangers
I’m on the train, traveling alone, with two seats to myself. I have to use the restroom. Without...
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