Sublime

grok,”

rhapsodizing

bibliomancer,

My host was a young man who ran a literary series. He was a lovely guy, single-handedly bringing all kinds of authors to Tulsa, and what’s more, getting Tulsans to come see the authors. You can get authors to go anywhere, to the ends of the earth, to Tulsa even; it’s getting their audience to leave the house that’s difficult.

I wanted to rubberneck her whole life.

Enough with “entrepreneurs”

past the shiny brass steampunk aerators.

When she called Kayla “fat and blundering,” I wasn’t sure if she was really talking about Kayla or about me. Sometimes I felt like she was laughing at me right to my face, like she and herself had become the “us” and I was the “them,” and the joke was that I didn’t know who was who. I figured that her comment was some kind of setup. She was trying

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