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“Nostalgia is old hat,” Carol says. Carol tears down the yellow leaflets, pinup girls, and wallpaper garden. For a while everything is bare. A month goes by and it is Christmas. Carol only hangs up the pinup girls. Then she hangs up the wallpaper garden. The leaflets have been burnt.”
― The 3288 Review: Volume 1, Issue 3
― The 3288 Review: Volume 1, Issue 3
“Who gave you this drink,” he asked.
“Abuela. She told me it would take away
the lovesickness.”
“Why did you pour it out into the grass?”
“Because I want to be lovesick.”
- From Querida”
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“Abuela. She told me it would take away
the lovesickness.”
“Why did you pour it out into the grass?”
“Because I want to be lovesick.”
- From Querida”
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“Fireflies danced in the warm, heavy air. Tarmac wound in a ribbon as smooth as a tumbled stone. The cream house at the end of the cul-de-sac looked like a wedding cake. Tulip poplar trees gathered around with their feather leaves dripping off the boughs.
A strange man, dark and gnarled, rapped at the door three times.
Inside the great hall, Mac Owens, a housewife, set down her brandy on ice.
She peered out at him and revealed a floral print dress.
“We don’t like solicitors,” she said, although she was home alone.”
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A strange man, dark and gnarled, rapped at the door three times.
Inside the great hall, Mac Owens, a housewife, set down her brandy on ice.
She peered out at him and revealed a floral print dress.
“We don’t like solicitors,” she said, although she was home alone.”
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“Nostalgia is old hat,” Carol says. Carol tears down the yellow leaflets, pinup girls, and wallpaper garden. For a while everything is bare. A month goes by and it is Christmas. Carol only hangs up the pinup girls. Then she hangs up the wallpaper garden. The leaflets have been burnt.”
― The 3288 Review: Volume 1, Issue 3
― The 3288 Review: Volume 1, Issue 3
“Fireflies danced in the warm, heavy air. Tarmac wound in a ribbon as smooth as a tumbled stone. The cream house at the end of the cul-de-sac looked like a wedding cake. Tulip poplar trees gathered around with their feather leaves dripping off the boughs.
A strange man, dark and gnarled, rapped at the door three times.
Inside the great hall, Mac Owens, a housewife, set down her brandy on ice.
She peered out at him and revealed a floral print dress.
“We don’t like solicitors,” she said, although she was home alone.”
―
A strange man, dark and gnarled, rapped at the door three times.
Inside the great hall, Mac Owens, a housewife, set down her brandy on ice.
She peered out at him and revealed a floral print dress.
“We don’t like solicitors,” she said, although she was home alone.”
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