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FOLK TALK: History Reinterpreted
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FOLK TALK: Taxidermy
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FOLK TALK: HEAT
Dev was asleep on an old straw mattress in the basement, the only cool place in the house. The electricity had been off for three days now and the air was slick and thick like old men’s hair pomade....
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FOLK TALK: Summer Fortunes
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Folk Talk: Beatrice
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Folk Talk: Nadejda
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FOLK TALK: Random Author Facts
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Folk Talk: Damaged Dolls
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Folk Talk: Matchbox Stories: Awara Hoon
Those last heroes, the old filmi lot, had it easy; their words arranged, stage sets slipped behind them as they walked, lights placed just so, the outside world never marring their innocence. They...
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Folk Talk: Matchbox Stories: Lovely
Here at the club, reeking of booze and sweat. Moths flitting about, flies in my mutton curry––dog-tired, sinking low in the old leather, nursing a beer. It’s Sunday, I’m hung over, bitter about the...
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