i once had a roommate named Julian Danger. he gave himself that name. he was in some bands, all terrible, one called The Angel Assassins, a terrible name. he was a perpetual grad student in art history, and i can still recall him sitting in the hallway on our land line, cheerfully bragging away in h...
I will probably just return this to the library unfinished - I've gotten to the stage of jumping ahead and looking for the part where it starts to make sense. The beautiful, almost magical writing that Hand exhibited in her collection of short stories is nowhere to be found in this story (or rather...
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