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  1. Fiction: The Pounding

    THE POUNDINGI saw the whole thing through the peephole in my motel room door. I’d noticed the two of them out by the pool. He was a dirty bird with his back to the late sun leaning over handlebars talking at her face. She held herself back, arms crossed and…


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