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The Christmas party had been sillier than usual, and I felt some satisfaction that it would be my last. In September Joe and I’d come to...
This is a story of Three Christmas Trees. The first was a real one, but the child we are to speak of did not see it....
Barry took the tab at breakfast with his coffee. He skimmed through the mail: now he was fifty he could have £100 off his next car...
Today was rice day, fifty-pound sacks of white rice in trucks bearing an elephant logo. The same happy elephant appeared on the bags, its head raised...
A Story by JAMES ROSS The only thing I ever got off my old man was a birthday card when I was ten. He’d gone off...