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January 1990A child’s trust has the stubbornest roots: it takes far more digging than you would expect to pull out every little piece.
Drinks
“I’m going to do you to death,” he said. “How about that. Not because you’re pretty, either, because you’re not, but because you can’t stop me. How about that.”
January 1990Dancing
Miss Valentine’s School of Social Dance, jitterbugging in Calcutta, the “big girl’s ward” in the crippled children’s hospital
November 1989Being Wrong
Hitting your sister, watching the rice boil, jumping over the subway turnstiles
October 1989Leaving The Dead
My mother wanted to flush our pet goldfish down the toilet. My brother and I thought we at least ought to look after its death since we hadn’t done much for its short life.
June 1989Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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