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My mama, she was famous. I don’t know this ’cos I met her or anything. I mean, I didn’t know her. Papa said she died when..

I. Ainsley Shae asks me if I’m all right. I can feel her hand on mine, and she’s saying it, echoey and faraway, and she&rsquo..

It's midsummer night, and she thinks she can fly.

A story of a father, a daughter, and a dog.

She called herself Mercy her body like a sovereign scrap of gun metal she stepped over the edge of the Eiffel Tower into a holy superstition bloate..

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