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We were on our way—three generations of Killino men stuffed into a subcompact Ford, en route to do what Killino men do best: eat and drink and watch other men beat each other’s brains in. Dad and I hadn’t been to a live wrestling show…

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Only sometimes did he dream about the war, about Camp Enari and the vast mountains of Pleiku where a woman named Mai pushed a peddler’s cart, canopied with oblong bananas and steaming pots of Cao Lau noodles. Mai gifted her food to Sidney and the…

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One night, as we lie in bed, sleep close on the horizon, Simon whispers, “Truth or dare?”“Truth,” I say.“Truth. Do you ever prefer fantasizing to sex?”“Sometimes,” I say, yawning, nosing into him.“Follow up.”“I don’t think you get ‘follow-ups’ in Truth or Dare,” I tell his…

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It was all over Facebook. Peter’s profile had become a memorial of posts he would never read, more posts than he had ever gotten on any birthday. The messages were personal, emotional. We felt indecent reading some of them, as if a neighbor had forgotten…

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And if there were a contest, and [this prisoner] had to compete in measuring the shadows with the prisoners who had never moved out of the den, while his sight was still weak, and before his eyes had become steady . . . would he…

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