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Juraj Bindzar

The Benkóczi women went on sipping their soup in silence. Then when the older of the two had finished eating, she glared at the servant girl, wiped her nose on the tablecloth, swore something in Hungarian under her breath and clambered up heavily from her chair.
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Olga Zilberbourg

But Pushkin’s birthday in June came and went, and soon enough New Year’s was coming up, and I still hadn’t heard anything. I had to admit I’d fallen for a scam. It was too late to do anything but laugh.
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Daniel Lawless

Daniel Lawless

There’s a suitcase with a little girl’s body inside. / The feeling of having forgotten something at the store / Is mostly what the soul is, right? / The bare patch rubbed raw on a cat’s paw— / For some, that’s the soul, too. / Maybe the killer’s. / His hands are like two famous brothers who hate each other.
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Aleksandar Prokopiev

He clasped his hands and prayed to the Lord to preserve him from the monster with red-hot jaws and its minions, to deliver him from torment and dismemberment. And as he was begging and pleading like this, Dimitar said, he was blinded by a mighty flash and suddenly found himself in a ditch by the road, all scratched, terrified and shaking, near his poor donkey.
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Hari Alluri

Hari Alluri

I do not say this in order to slap you in the face. I would say other things / if I wanted to really slap you in the face.
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