skeptics would say that it's just light dancing beneath the eyelids

I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I	Coyote pups running around in the tea-colored rain, and the gypsy's kids hypnotized me.	She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.	Ah, the distrust I have fostered. It is such a rock.
We exchange stories of almosts, of near deaths, theories on fate and algorithm, probability and God	She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.	A Story about Glittering Furniture	The Space Alliance of the Pleasure Planet Nebula 71
Everyone has a 'true ghost story' story	palinopsia	Mother's Night	On she went. The woods were deep and still.
The Shoes of the Fisherman	Side Real	I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.	FULL MOON SHINE DOWN ON ME
Queen Elizabeth Visits the Forbidden City	poor fish	City of Joy	Hunting Season
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