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Stories written with The Portland Fiction Project
Damien It’s more than rain that falls on our parade tonight.
History and Memory Suddenly I woke up among strangers.
But Pity Us Too You learned to go unnoticed behind a lamppost.
Success Story You are sleeping, you are sleeping, I will make you be sleeping.
Shrove Wednesday The drunken sailer who waits in her left pulse.
Any Other Name Why on earth would a man raise his hand against himself.

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