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I like Ramona. I want to win the lottery, pay her brother back for the car, bounce her and the baby out of the attic apartment.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellJune 1986I can’t figure out why Adam and Eve stood for it. If they had enough gumption to question the menu, you’d think they would have said, “Now, just a minute, God. Cool down. Let’s not overreact.”
By Carlos Anne PhelpsJune 1986You want I should tell you about Abie — he should rest in peace. Sixty years I know him. . . . A long time. . . . The things I could tell you. You know the Freiheit? No? Of course not. By you it means nothing.
By Mark GreensideApril 1986Every little odd ache, cramp, tension; each sore throat, swollen gland, headache; a sudden pain when you reach for something on a shelf, a morning lethargy, an unexpected reluctance: all these whisper cancer.
By Sallie TisdaleMarch 1986Now in the long evenings after dinner she often found herself standing before the bathroom mirror, trying hard to glimpse some of the prettiness her husband had always championed.
By D. Patrick MillerMarch 1986A noodle kugel, some missing underwear, a “magic cube”
By Our ReadersMarch 1986At first, it was called Dragon Bay in derision of an old fisherman who said that a dragon had surfaced near his boat as he was coming back into the bay. He said it was a small dragon and seemingly harmless, and the people did not believe him.
By Jon RemmerdeFebruary 1986Luz lived with her mother and sister in the Raisin Capital of the World. In September, when the grapes were drying between the vines, the whole valley smelled of wine.
By Jean PickeringJanuary 1986Yangshuo is a riverside village set amidst all the ancient landscape paintings of China. Tourist groups disembark here after a half-day boat trip down the Lu River.
By David GrantJanuary 1986Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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