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I lay there on the floor of the boy’s room in the junior high, clutching my middle and pondering how difficult it was to adjust to public school after being segregated from other children my entire life. I must have appeared strange on my first day because Big Mike appointed me his nemesis for no re...
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"Screaming?" the Zoran chef laughed. "They don't feel pain. It's just the sound of air leaking from the boiling human."
“It’s not that I’d ever really do it,” Mike said as we climbed down to the subway platform, “but every night when I’m coming home from work—the pushing and shoving just to get onto the train—it gets to me, you know.” He frowned and shook his head. I could tell that he already regretted revealing suc...