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…spilling wine on the sleeve of the white turtleneck sweater I was wearing that evening. Rushing back to us with a cloth and a bowl of water, she dabbed frantically to salvage the stain so it did not set. In between the yelling from my husband and the strong smell of the detergent in the water, I tried to tell her it was…

By Maureen Itah

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Palindromeda Strained

A one-sentence tale of terror…

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…the legends of ancient sagas, it was a tenet of the madam of their unorthodox civic group, whom they lovingly referred to as “Mom,” that on each Halloween at midnight, exactly twelve hours after noon, they would team up with pals and slap each other silly…

By Ken Gosse

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