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VOLUME 1 — NUMBER 2.5 |
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Short Stories “So Jan, I was reading that book you got me, The Modeling Handbook.” Oh, no. The book. So this was my fault. I’d created the monster. Richard was permanently bent, except when John — the darkest man Richard had ever known — helped him stand and shuffle to the toilet. Only John. The other aides were transients; they were full-time but just images he endured like confusing dreams before dawn. Then John would appear. The slim man with curly black hair and I both had red and white patterned handkerchiefs around the bottom halves of our faces when we gave the interview. Our sponsors gave us the handkerchiefs ten minutes before the session started. So all I saw were Guillermo’s eyes, which were pitch black... |
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