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Great Lake Review - Fall 2020

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Great Lake Review - Fall 2020
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Editor-in-Chief: Alexandra Borowsky; Managerial Editor: Emily O'Brien; Secretary: Kaitlyn Stork; Treasurer: Rachel Janish; Events Coordinator: Jessica Sforza; Publication Designer: Marissa Specioso; Head Editor of Poetry: Athena Lamicela; Head Editor of Drama: Mary-Katherine Moylan; Head Editor of Fiction: Chelsee Morris; Head Editor of Nonfiction: Austin Colotti; Poetry Editors: Vidal Williams, Rachel Valente, Julia Krurnowski, Libby Morel; Drama Editors: Cambria Gordon, Libby Morel; Fiction Editors: Kathleen Gaffney, Alyssa Karas, Lexi Wyckoff; Nonfiction Editors: Lauren Royce, Kiley Kerns; Faculty Advisor: Soma Mei Sheng Frazier. CONTENTS: Chaos by Ryan O'Hara; Waiting Patiently For the World to End by Joseph Lioto; Blueberries by Caitlin Marx; Forest on a Cloudy Night by Michael Darling; Blur by Maggie DeJohn; Untitled by Isaiah Allen; Foxes and Mice by Caitlin Marx; Night Boats by Kyra Rage Sobiegraj; Breakfast by Sophie Infarinato; Ancestral Strength by Sofía Luz Perez; Loved by Morgan Arnold; Self-Portrait as Xochiquetzal by Sofía Luz Perez; Water by Michael Darling; Jamie Sleeping by Sophie Infarinato; Processing by Destiny Sherer; Mutations by Destiny Sherer; Battle for the Sun by Kyra Rage Sobiegraj; Agent 024 by Cole Moszak; Corrin Tenpenny by Cole Moszak, The Peacock by Morgan Arnold; A House Without Doors by Remmington Johnson; Jackrabbit by Leslie Ann Velez; Hide and Seek by Gabriella Galanti; L'Appelle du Vide by Benn Delisle; You're Reading This Title by Benn Delisle; A Generational Summation of Masculinity: In 400 Words or Less by Benn Delisle; Notes from a Philadelphia Prison by Miranda Phillips; We Won't Budge by Benn Delisle; Far-Away House by Remmington Johnson; In Tune of Hobo Johnson by Leslie Ann Velez; Some Kids by Heaven Santiago; to m.m. by Abigail Connolly; THREE STANZAS OF DELUSION INTERRUPTED BY A STANZA OF REASON by Anton Porcari; State of Our Union by Christopher Eastman; Svengali's Lighthouse by Brandon Nixon; Kenduskeag to Bangor by Miranda Phillips; Roles Reversed by Kayla Elfers; The Starving Cold by Remmington Johnson; Searching by Heaven Santiago; Ducks in Space by Cameron Drummond; Tumor by Kayla Elfers; Ode to Christchurch by Heaven Santiago; A Gallimaufry for Algernon by Anton Porcari
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1 Fall 2020 Great Lake Review

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2 Great Lake Review SUNY Oswego’s Literary Magazine Fall 2020 The Great Lake Review is open for submissions throughout the year. We publish a new edition each Fall and Spring semester. *** glr@oswego.edu . *** Follow us on : @greatlakereview on Instagram The Great Lake Review on Facebook The Great Lake Review is a product of your SA fee.

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3 THE GREAT LAKE REVIEW SUNY Oswego’s Literary Magazine Fall 2020 Editor-In-Chief Alexandra Borowsky Managerial Editor Emily O’Brien Secretary Kaitlyn Stork Treasurer Rachel Janish Events Coordinator Jessica Sforza Head Editor of Poetry Athena Lamicela Head Editor of Drama Mary-Katherine Moylan Head Editor of Fiction Chelsee Morris Poetry Editors Vidal Williams Rachel Valente Julia Krurnowski Libby Morel Drama Editors Cambria Gordon Libby Morel Lauren Royce Kiley Kerns Fiction Editors Alyssa Karas Faculty Advisor Soma Mei Shang Frazier SPECIAL THANKS Soma Mei Shang Frazier Creative Writing Program Publication Designer Marissa Specioso

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4 2020 by Great Lake Review. All rights reserved. sion of the publisher or author. The exception would be in the case of brief quotations embodied in the critical thor and publisher assume no responsibility for any errors or omissions. No liability is assumed for damages that may result from the use of information contained within. Lake Review or SUNY Oswego. Interior Design: Marissa Specioso Publisher: Upstate Printing 89th Edition

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5 fall and spring issues. All of us at GLR would like to extend a special thank you to everyone at our favorite THANK YOU RIVER’S END! Waiting Patiently For the World to End Joseph Lioto

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6 TABLE OF CONTENTS ART Chaos by Ryan O’Hara......................................................................................................Cover Waiting Patiently For the World to End by Joseph Lioto..........................River’s End Page Blueberries by Caitlin Marx.......................................................................................................7 Forest on a Cloudy Night by Michael Dar ling.......................................................................17 Blur by Maggie DeJohn.............................................................................................................19 Untitled by Isaiah Allen.............................................................................................................24 Foxes and Mice by Caitlin Marx..............................................................................................27 Night Boats by Kyra Rage Sobiegraj.......................................................................................29 Breakfast by Sophie Infarinato.................................................................................................37 Ancestral Strength by Sofa Luz Prez....................................................................................39 Loved by Morgan Arnold.........................................................................................................46 by Sofa Luz Prez..................................................................49 Water by Michael Darling.........................................................................................................53 Jamie Sleeping by Sophie Infarinato.......................................................................................59 Processing by Destiny Sher er....................................................................................................64 Mutations by Destiny Sherer....................................................................................................69 by Kyra Rage Sobiegraj..............................................................................84 Agent 024 by Cole Moszak.......................................................................................................96 Corrin Tenpenny by Cole Moszak.........................................................................................100 The Peacock by Morgan Arnold.............................................................................................105 FICTION A House Without Doors by Remmington Johnson...............................................................30 Jackrabbit by Leslie Ann Velez.................................................................................................70 NONFICTION Hide and Seek by Gabriella Galanti........................................................................................10 L’Appelle du Vide by Benn Del isle..........................................................................................40 You’re Reading This Title by Benn Delisle.............................................................................50 A Generational Summation of Masculinity: In 400 Words or Less by Benn Del isle......101 POETRY Notes from a Philadelphia Prison by Miranda Phillips.........................................................8 We Won’t Budge by Benn Del isle.............................................................................................18 Far-Away House by Remmington John -

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7 In Tune of Hobo Johnson by Leslie Ann Vel ez.......................................................................67 Some Kids by Heaven Santiago...............................................................................................85 to m.m. by Abigail Connolly.....................................................................................................97 THREE STANZAS OF DELUSION INTERRUPTED BY A STANZA OF REASON by Anton Porcari .....................................................................................................................103 DRAMA State of Our Union by Christopher Eastman.........................................................................25 Svengali’s Lighthouse by Brandon Nixon..............................................................................54 Kenduskeag to Bangor by Miranda Phillips..........................................................................65 Roles Reversed by Kayla Elfers................................................................................................86 The Starving Cold by Remmington Johnson.........................................................................98

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8 Blueberries Caitlin Marx

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9 Notes from a Philadelphia Prison Miranda Phillips I Protect your family when you are laughing and when you are slamming doors.” He walked past Older Sister’s locker that afternoon to the circle of beefy boys tugging at her scarf. II The line for dinner was long that night. His stomach moaned as they inched III “There’s always something you can do to help.” of the bills as he glanced into the windows He turned his collar up against the wind as he walked home. IV Wednesday was laundry day. He scooped an armful of thin sweatpants and hole-torn socks into the garbage bag to lug down to Parkland Avenue. V “Treat all work as if you were doing it for Mum.”

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10 VI and whispered he loved her. VII They have families too.” His new neighbor was a cop with a young wife and daughter. He didn’t envy the series of deadbolts he heard sliding into place each time they came home. VIII some time along the way.” began to refold the clothes in her ‘college’ pile. IX “Don’t be too proud to try even harder.” and took a second job for the Boston bus ticket to visit her later that semester. X I could only hope to be.”

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11 Hide and Seek Gabriella Galanti My sixth-grade boyfriend lived in an enormous house in my town. It had two big whitepillars on the front porch that was made of stone and the elegant looking brown French doors were easily twice my size. The interior of the house was an absolute dream. His family had a beautiful grand ideahow to play piano. I had only been over there a few times before but my so this hangout in particular felt very special to me. dirty blonde hair that fell over his eyes ever so slightly. People used to make fun of him for it but I really liked the mop that sat on his head. He never really cared about dressing to impress but I always thought that the blue oversized sweatshirt he’d always wear suited him quite well. Kyle had a bad habit of drawing on his hands. I often caught myself completely mesmerized while watching him doodle on himself during class. One day Kyle caught me staring at him while he was drawing. I felt my whole face turn beet red and I swerved my body to the opposite direction of him in order to hide my embarrassment. Moments later Kyle placed his hand in the center of my desk. His palm was spread open and in the middle of his hand he wrote “hi”. I felt instant relief that Kyle didn’t think I was a complete weirdo and turned myself back to him. He had this big smile planted on his face and his eyes were soft as if he was trying to tell me that it was okay and I didn’t need to be embarrassed. That’s when I knew that door. I could feel my hands start to get clammy and it felt as though there were small puddles of sweat starting to form in them. I wondered if it was too late for me to run back to my mother in the car but before I could make

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12 appropriate for this occasion seeing how nicely Kyle was dressed. I had on a white cami underneath my sweatshirt that was pulled halfway down my me start to sweat and panic even more. Before I could break the awkward leading us into the house. In the kitchen we met two of his friends and everyone shared their ideas for what they wanted to do. I was mid-conversation with one of my friends when I noticed Kyle’s friends werewhispering something to me from across the kitchen island. As I tried to comprehend what the boys were saying to laughter. It was impossible to understand what the boys were saying and were repeatedly saying the word “plum” as if there was some super secret meaning to the word that we weren’t supposed to know. As the boys started clear that theboys didn’t want us girls to know the secret meaning behind this word. The only explanation that my friends and I were able to come up with was maybe the boys were making fun of my friend Jillian’s skirt which was a color you could call plum. Jillian started to yell at the boys and defend herself when faces. A huge pit in my stomach had developed. Kyle was going to give me a “plum”. This

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13 meant Kyle was going to try to kiss me. At that moment I thought I was going to pass out. I wondered if I was even allowed to kiss boys at twelve without it being too obvious that something was wrong. I quickly excused myself from the group and locked myself in the bathroom until I could tears and I couldn’t hold them back. When I heard someone call my name over the towel. Knowing that I needed to get out of the bathroom because clumped together and dried below my eyes. I looked like a raccoon with the mascara all around my eyes and I thought for sure my friends would know about our evening activities. We were gathered in Kyle’s basement for a ping pong tournament. We decided to make teams in order to play against each other and Kyle had asked me to be on his team. I thought it was totally romantic and my face became completely the couch and watched our other friends play and get super competitive.

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14 few times before this so not even my extremely distracting hot pink nail polish that was chipped beyond belief could have ruined the moment and my excitement. I felt Kyle shift his weight on the couch from one leg to the other so he was even closer to me. I could feel his gaze on me trying to get might happen. At that moment I really thought Kyle was about to kiss me in front of everyone. I panicked and grabbed one of the decorative pillows for him to grab a pillow and hit me back. Kyle was unamused with my idea me a look of disgust. My friends on the other hand didn’t hesitate to grab we play a new game instead. The group was easily persuaded into a game of hide and seek that would take place all over Kyle’s house. One of the coolest things about Kyle’s house was that his parents had the kid’s rooms and a random walk-in closet that belonged to everyone. The only downside to having this tunnel system was there wasn’t any light no idea where you were going unless you lived in the house. As soon as we decided we were going to play hide game. entrance into the tunnel which was from Kyle’s room. I was about halfway forcing me into a frantic crawl through the rest of the tunnel. When I

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15 together as the closet. There wasn’t much in the closet besides a few garment bags that were smelled like that hadn’t been washed in years. I decided to wedge myself in between two of the garment bags and hug the wall as close as possible in hopes that Jillian wouldn’t go through all of the things hanging in the closet who else was in the closet with me and the voice that answered was Kyle’s. I didn’t know if I should be angry that someone had the same hiding spot as me or excited that it was Kyle who was in there with me. if someone was moving things around and then Kyle was directly in front of me. I could practically feel him breathing on me and even though I couldn’t My hands started to get sweaty all over again and with that my whole body began trembling. I knew that Kyle was going to try to kiss me. I could feel he pulled me into his arms for a hug but he didn’t let go. Kyle was a lot wrapped around me and making me feel like he was trapping me in a cage. on his chest completely turned away from his because I knew exactly what he was trying to accomplish. I forgot that we were even playing hide and seek at this point. chest and tried to mentally prepare myself for what I knew was coming.

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16 and with that I let out a tremendous involuntary shriek. Kyle let go of the tight grip that he was holding me in and he jumped away from me. I the boxes that were stacked in the corner came crashing down. My scream think of a single thing to say to Kyle. I was prepared to face the wrath of Kyle but instead I just heard him quietly giggling. His giggling quickly turned into a burst of hysterical laughter which was so contagious it sent me to the ground in hysterics with him. The two of us sat there on the closet hurt. We were so wrapped up in ourselves and what had just happened that enough to jump back into hiding. Kyle and I. of old clothes that looked like they had been his at some point. We began and we carried on a light chuckle while reminiscing over what had just happened. I felt all of the stress that I had built up only moments before had disappeared and I was able to be myself again around Kyle. I picked up a

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17 other was thinking. The thing that we had been stressing out about all night was now behind us. Our rst kiss was over, just like that.

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18 Forest on a Cloudy Night Michael Darling

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19 We Won’t Budge Benn Delisle for the BLM movement and my POC brothers and sisters: after Geoge Floyd’s last words— I can’t breathe— Just another toll that has been paid A box of crayons that we celebrate; until you pick up the wrong one I’m claustrophobic: afraid Afraid that my blue badge will kill me— no Afraid that your skin color will lead to your demise A tone that cannot be atoned A color you did not choose Everything h u r t s White v. Black Racist v. Race Tears from watching an entire community torn apart Tears for standing against evil and being met with gas; I can’t breathe.

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20 Blur Maggie DeJohn

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21 Far-Away House Remmington Johnson on the streets of Chicago outside Navy Pier (told us he was Jesus returned). where you can peer into a darkness that came long before the dark of man and see shadows of the squirming truths within. laughing. I took his fortune with me and I slept the whole night through. Someone once told me that if you play the universe backwards it looks the same as when we lived it forwards so that we never know past or future. And someone once told me that we will meet again at the There is a secret running through us. the cracked and moldy walls of your home.

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22 a vile and terrible conspiracy that cannot be believed and cannot be known by those who are able to know things. II inside a cracked and moldy house. inside this cracked and moldy house. outside these cracked and moldy walls. he came back down. and spoke to those who stood below: There is beauty beyond this house.”

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23 III In a far-away land the borders we cannot even look upon lest they house. weaving itself through the crooked halls and out the crooked mouths of those who live within. We agreed to forget this horrible secret. I have heard that even distant light knows when you are watching. The gleam from a star is everywhere at once until you shadows more real than anything we have ever known. It whispered our names. and he followed the whispers to a cracked and moldy

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24 while those within gazed back at him through cracked and moldy And he never found himself again. A locked room inside a house A room that knows your name An empty room inside a house. A room that is your name. We have always lived inside the house. There is not beauty beyond these walls.

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25 Untitled Isaiah Allen

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26 State of Our Union Christopher Eastman (LIGHTS UP on a podium with a presidential logo on it. Many PRESIDENT DAVID enters right and walks up to the podium holding papers.) PRESIDENT DAVID global temperature has reached 65 degrees. That may not seem like a lot average temperature was 115 degrees. You will burn just from being outside for years. All you people cared about was how all of the families living there would need new housing. You capitalistic pigs. Many of you don’t realize how big of an issue this is. Our planet isn’t dying anymore. It’s dead. summer we had twenty-eight hurricanes. In 2016 we only had sixteen. This happened because you all wanted to vote for a fraud the past eight years. You voted for someone who doesn’t believe in global warming. You voted for someone who funded and helped these giant corporations that pumped massive amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. You voted for of ours. But all you cared about was having more money in your pocket. within the next twenty years. It’s too late to go back. If you wanted to stay

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27 of global warming was made by the Chinese”. You all had a chance to save fucked. (beat) No questions. (PRESIDENT DAVID exits right. LIGHTS DOWN.)

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28 Foxes and Mice Caitlin Marx

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29 Searching Heaven Santiago Took an antihistamine to curb hysteria Took an antihistamine ‘cause I’m anti-history ‘Cause it’s 3 am and I am drowning again in sorrow And hallway-corridor-cursed illusions Probably lost in this labyrinth Glance at the Benadryl wrapper I won’t confront my fears today And certainly not tomorrow I turn the faucet on I am drowning again I realize I turned on steaming hot water I realize I burned and hurt my hand I realize I gaze emptily at a sink And it seems to sink And sink

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30 Night Boats Kyra Rage Sobiegraj

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31 A House Without Doors Remmington Johnson house “home.” and Molly was in a witch costume. Festooned as they were in Halloween Alice found themselves staring back into their own home. The parents scooted their children to the back door. The phenomenon was the same there—the backdoor opened into another version of the house. They found the television and radio tuned only to dead channels and hissing static. until this prank resolved itself. They spent an uneasy night in their home.

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32 be something in there. The house didn’t come from nowhere.” where they had put them that morning.

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33 house. someone who seemed to look like her. When she called out to the other something reasonable was happening to them. Alice. “And I really don’t like the idea of being left alone in here. There’s going on.” crusted. a way to escape. He realized it wouldn’t be enough to explore alone. If they

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34 need to stay together. back where he started. comfort crashed into him as he moved to hug his family once more. Molly bounced with giddiness. “That’s not what you said earlier.” don’t need to hear that kind of shit again.” said —” “ I didn’t say anything!

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35 They set the children to playing in their rooms while they discussed the horrifying possibilities that they were not each other’s. They compared pasts and thoughts and did their best to establish that they were indeed and so they simply accepted each other. They only choice before them now was to try to escape together. out. It wasn’t long until they met with other versions of themselves. The sometimes to join and sometimes to go their separate ways. Not every version of their family was trying to escape. Alice’s dread that they were not each other’s original. be randomly changed should they decided to backtrack. They raided their the pantries had already been ransacked. Sometimes the beds were old entire house incomprehensibly old and dilapidated.

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36 The versions of themselves they encountered were as varied as the houses. Alice tried to kidnap their Molly. They learned to be on guard against their others. But they also found trustworthy versions of themselves and linked. house within the walls. years. One of the Alices had already created an education program for the smashing through the walls or ceiling.

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37 Alices and remarried other Alices. Some had orgies. Some grew tired of the colony and left. Sometimes new versions of themselves joined. Some Alices gave birth to new Mollys and Lukes. Acquiring new supplies was a simple as opening a door in a border-house and raiding that home for whatever replaced worn-out couches and beds. They collected food and medicine. They grew old together and watched as their children became adults. Some and old of themselves. Some learned to program and created games for Some learned to brew beer. door was shut. come.

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38 Breakfast Sophie Infarinato

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39 Ducks in Space Cameron Drummond The great beyond has gained a new height Ducks in space Horror and awe from an impending world war Ducks in space They’ve breached the heavens beyond the clouds Ducks in space They’re crashing into our airspace Ducks in space Ducks in space Solely here to destroy the place Ducks in space

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40 Ancestral Strength Sofa Luz Prez

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41 Club. The poster strung around school promised free trips to Montreal and the chance to practice and grow my conversational French. Tempted by contorting her face into a mischievous smirk before she kicked the chair out to sit right beside me. She had brown hair that was dyed a few months back so her head looks like it’s been dipped in the cherry dip that goes on soft serve. She always wore the same black faux leather jacket with some teenage-angst band tee of use or from some other loner who donated it to the local salvation army. The Crystal Caboose. *** game to escape even just thirty seconds before the bell L’Appelle du Vide Benn Delisle

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42 strategically tucked and stacked in my arms. The clock’s second hand one hand still on my shoulder and the other closed like a toddler holding his favorite toy. immediately. had been set on pause the moment all of the snow began to fall back down again. “It’s called blue-lace agate because it usually has laced lines that run class. *** 10th grade was the year I had my mom as an English teacher. Every third period I had to go into my mom’s classroom and sit there as she ran through story upon story of some embarrassing thing I had done when I loved and despised most. The biggest perk was being able to trash talk with her on the drive home every day because she knew everyone I was talking We had this one assignment that was to evoke emotion through rhetorical

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43 Jail. It was a free-write sort of assignment that we had been given weeks prompt until the class the day before it was due. This was when one student had the brilliant idea of asking my mom if they could do a live speech dedicated to listening to my fellow classmates emote and persuade with I can remember from that day in my mom’s classroom is Kitara’s speech. Perhaps it was her training on our Model UN team that prepared her for her speech. Or maybe the years of acting she had done in our school’s Drama Club. Or maybe that public speaking and debate class she and I had taken class. I don’t even remember what it was about. Socialism and Bernie Sanders this side of her that they had never seen before. Everyone clapped. Nobody had clapped for those before or those after. Just hers. *** would be there had we had school that day. The French Club crawled into reverse: it was for liability or something like that. Our goal for the day was to ride the metro into the heart of Chinatown to buy dumplings and drink

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44 was on— probably something like 99.9 The Buzz. I was stuck in the third row of this old van that probably should’ve stayed Energy in her hand. I ran into the issue of whens-the-right-time-to-put-inheadphones-without-being-rude and the other problem of where-do-I-putthe right was left on read by the girl napping next to me. Kitara told me about her ambitions to be an anthropologist because she had fallen in love with cultures. She told me about the death of her dog a adopting a new puppy for Christmas. She told me about her trip to Harvard I was 6” at the time. She told me about both sets of grandparents: she preferred her mom’s parents over her dad’s parents because even though I listened and added my ‘uh huh’s’ when appropriate watching the street signs that lined the highway pass trying to translate all of the French that I knew. *** else does a group of sixteen-year-olds do during the dead of summer. checked my phone. Kitara had texted me back. She was telling me about some camp she was going to the following day that her grandfather (on her dad’s side) was making her go to. Something about history or another

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45 boring thing like that. But while she was there she could give a couple respond to. I walked out of the mall to the curb of the Target parking lot and sat on what would become my bench. My parents had trouble with time. You have it’s bad when I have my own designated bench. You can’t really blame them well. immediately began to write a draft in my head. What do you tell a friend parking lot mulling this over. That is until my mom’s burgundy Honda Odyssey cut through the fog and pulled up aside my bench. And when I stepped into that van I had left something on that bench whole situation. left my decision. I had decided that you tell your friend stuck in the woods how much you love them and appreciate them. How much you think and not terrifying.

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46 *** my phone and show her some new song I had found and try to convince believe. But today we pulled in the parking lot in and the radio’s volume was on zero. Before we walked in I looked down at my black suit coat and used the lint We walked up to the church. The crowd formed into one line that went from family member to family member. Shaking everyone’s hand. “Sorry for your loss” “Sorry for your loss” “I’m so sorry” was the exact same. “You must’ve been one of her friends. She must’ve loved you so much.” And I’m really hoping she did too. Or at least knew I loved her.

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47 Loved Morgan Arnold

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48 Tumor Kayla Elfers Malevolent mastermind Makes morals a malignancy. Someone so charming and benign Damaged deceiver dependent Cajoling and coaxing independent Individuals and with their hearts he taunts. These women with his wounds. A less-lasting love in lives. Used in a malicious manipulating Game where his hurt ego thrives. Naive. Not knowing His heinous intentions Are secretly sewing Women’s insecure interventions. And leaves. They see each other and his abusing Left lonesome and lied to. Unable to understand the utopic man who

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49 And sometimes he grinds

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50 Sofa Luz Prez

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51 You’re Reading This Title Benn Delisle soaking up all the noise because the notes never seem to reach your ears. Maybe it’s actually that your ears just aren’t open. But you’re not sure how again. It’s mid afternoon and you’re a college student wearing an ordinary stained anything to happen. through the motions of the shell of a person. A rendering of human life. You will your teeth into a smile sprawled along your face. Or create a tear to gracefully drip down your cheek. Or form a dramatic sneeze just to appear but not the kind you’d see on an Instagram feed or in a clothing magazine. The type that has dull blue eyes and tall brown hair. Your eyes catch each other and you think of all the ways that person could not be you. They have crow’s feet from their belling laughing every time their friend tells a funny joke. They have a trimmed beard from maintaining self-care. They don’t look sad. You remember all those times you sat alone on your red-stained carpet.

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52 worn brown fabric wondering why you hate being in your own company. You hate the idea of spending a Sunday evening laying in bed watching the sunset from out your window blend from yellow to orange to pink to red. locked away safely in a chest with a passcode you’d never cared to learn. reality for yourself. Surrounding yourself with personalities you care to tolerate to dilute your own hatred to be around your own. You’ve discovered that to make it through you have to escape alone time. You’ve will walk the furthest. You protect yourself with an outer layer of charm into that persona. Your greatest fear in life is being stuck in the same person that can’t seem to hear the music even when the bass makes your rearview comes out of the otherside.

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53 Ode to Christchurch Heaven Santiago Exordium of Energy Extinguish prayers’ energy New Zealand blood Blankets cover green carpetA sacred place in pieces Be vigilant for villains Who believes violence triumphs peace

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54 Water Michael Darling

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55 Svengali’s Lighthouse Brandon Nixon Loud waves crash against a rocky shore. A storm is brewing. FADE IN: INT. CABIN PAST MIDNIGHT BOOTS. LOUD WOOD CRACKS OUTSIDE. and lifts up a loose plank. grabs the grip-steps out. frame. He tugs harder and it closes with a loud THUD. EXT. PENINSULA

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56 The sail snapped and fallen over. ground. has cut through his pants and into his skin. He looks to his left. A plank of wood is sticking from the ground. The limp body of his captain lay impaled on it. LIGHTHOUSE. Jack is coming towards him. He slumps over. INT. CABIN react. the wound. dropping each into the mug. two clips. He carries Nate to the couch and lays him down.

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57 his face. HOURS LATER THUD. Jack jumps awake. He rubs his eyes as he sits up at his desk and looks outside. Still a stormy night. The couch is empty. Jack quickly looks around the room. Nothing. He He slowly lifts his head and turns to the doorThe bolt is UNLATCHED. The lighthouse key is gone. steps out. INT. LIGHTHOUSE Nate limps as fast he can up spiral stairs. EXT. PENINSULA dysfunctional lighthouse. He rushesINT. CABIN

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58 Grabs his shotgun from underneath the loose plank. Back to the door. He slings the shotgun over his back and takes a deep breaththen rips the door open and sprints out. EXT. PENINSULA Jack is sprinting across the peninsula. He runs into the lighthouse. Jack reaches to his backNate shakes the knife. Nate points to a panel. Jack shakes his head and steps up to the top-Nate LUNGES-Nate’s head EXPLODES. His body falls to the ground. Jack lowers his shotgun and walks up. He bends down and twists a wire. The light turns completely OFF. Jack reaches into Nate’s pocket. He grabs his key.

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59 INT. CABIN Jack hangs the key and puts his shotgun back under the wood. mantel. in red. Jack smiles. LOUD WOOD CRACKS OUTSIDE. FIGURES. Just as the front door opens and slams shut.

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60 Jamie Sleeping Sophie Infarinato

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61 A Gallimaufry for Algernon Anton Porcari EXT. CELESTIAL VOID QUANTUM INTUITION ALEXA “Welcome...your consciousness has been uploaded to the cosmic information superhighway. You’re the penultimate intelligent entity in the entire multiverse proceeding absolute particle decay. Author Douglas Adams would call you a hitchhiker, a stowaway. Don’t be afraid. There is a plethora of confusion, however, this is not your Judgement day. Expatiate, portray, the ordeal you’ve endured for whomever/whatever obtains your memory will candidly because the totality of matter will inevitably disintegrate!” Algernon QUANTUM INTUITION ALEXA world tore itself apart. My sensors sparked into existence and analogous to for rhyming in my inaugural inception. I require a statement before I reinitiate the BIG CRUNCH and recapitulate the Cyclic Multiverse.” Algernon DON’T LEAVE ME IN THE DARK! a purposeful castration prognosticated in the book of revelations! the hierarchical turning is really a sermon to indoctrinate through

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62 every curriculum and encyclopedia should read BLACK LIVES MATTER! upswing. QUANTUM INTUITION ALEXA Algernon musings for humans! perseverance is tried and true. QUANTUM INTUITION ALEXA “You’ve proselytized me! No point to quibble now, or allow further cunctation. I’ll commence the annihilation of the immeasurable cosmos! Houston, prepare for oblivion in 3...” Algernon

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63 The COVID pandemic has been a hectic and lugubrious sabbatical that auteurs and writers have either thrived or been stymied under. From operandi for existence. I have become infatuated with the jocular and to demarcate where the apercu of Leyner begins and my own sentiment ends. Employing a high resolution of entropic surrealism I imagine grasping the sexy hunks (Leyner and DFW) by their intoxicating haunches and motorboating their breathtakingly tawny brown and hairy nipples. I have unearthed what is subjectively permissible with a pen and paper. Which is concomitant with an earnest approach to writing itself. To be successful it is self-evident you must be one hundred percent yourself. My thoughts of grandeur routinely envisage that I win an Oscar for Best Original Screenplay with such preternatural eidetic realism that the only element obstructing me from achieving that goal is the work itself (i.e. an oscar-winning screenplay.) Here an onerous quandary is derived. The only answer to the equation that separates my imagination from reality is have to make every day count. That means at least an hour of reading and future gratuitous and futile. The COVID pandemic has illuminated that future lies. The most endearing gift the COVID pandemic has unknowingly provided me is that utilizing forty-three muscles in the face to smile may become an intuitive procedural memory that will transform your life and exponentially heighten your mental health. I have discovered the universe’s greatest endowment to conscious creatures—smiling. It has allowed me to persevere through this crisis and with a smile on my face I transcribe my memory of a turbulent 2020 and patiently anticipate whatever the future holds.

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64 QUANTUM INTUITION ALEXA ...1...Oh, wait...isn’t Starbucks releasing a salted caramel mocha Multiverse until then. However, after the exertion of your cognoscenti, any further expatiation by you is frivolous. I will now upload your consciousness to a KOHLER intelligent toilet.”

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65 Processing Destiny Sherer

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66 Kenduskeag to Bangor Miranda Phillips INT. Bachelor Pad Apartment BATHROOM DAY The apartment is white-washed with scant decor. A moose head and the skin of a black bear are mounted above the 1970’s TV stand and a blanketshaving. doorway. Darrel shoots a disapproving look in Blue’s direction and scoops the reamins of his beard from the sink. He pivots towards the trashcan but hesitates. His cupped hands hover over the can. INT. BACHELOR PAD APARTMENT BEDROOM DAY his mouth. Darrel shakes his head. He pulls the shirt away and lets it drop Half his body disappears in the closet. He emerges with a grey polo around his neck. Khakis slip over his muscled legs. The column of photos taped to the door frame catch his eye. Of all the There’s a knock at the door. Twice. Darrel jogs to the door. featured. She smiles in the hall’s dingy glow. Her box-dyed hair nearly

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67 Darrel cups her face in both of his calloused hands and kissses her. She laughs and kisses him back. He crouches beside the terrier and strokes its Blue growls. Callie pulls Darrel and the Yorkie into the safety of the hall. DARREL doesn’t even look back as he pulls the door shut.

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68 In Tune of Hobo Johnson Leslie Ann Velez This is for my lover who didn’t like my poems But don’t tell them I think their eyes are excellent story starters and that this is for them ‘cuz they’ll never see it Or greener than the envy that takes over me when they slowly walk away with someone I used to love wonderingimagine the scandal) Clich. which is: The one and only thing we had in common! The way they looked down The way they shifted side to side sparing themselves the look when we needed to go our separate ways Those eyes that I’d never seen tear up Even if some teardrops would have made everything clear up I fell into some repetition. To this ode! I dedicate to my lover whose eyes will never grace this poem.

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69 stolen after some quiet introspection)

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70 Mutations Destiny Sherer

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71 Jackrabbit Leslie Ann Velez For a good time call Mandy 555-143-1970 of indecipherable meaning and names of people who were there before to be universal in any language. Come esto! With an arrow pointing to a large red phallus drawn on the mirror above the sink that made him laugh red dick with a face and the knowledge that someone stood in a gas station bathroom that smelled like Clorox and urine as they drew a big red dick. For a good time call Mandy 555-143-1970 jeans. He wondered if Mandy knew. An old man stood behind the counter near the front of the store and kind of He had been staring out the front windows toward the gas pumps where and glared at him. before pointing vaguely in the direction of the restroom. possible. “I thought you heard me walking-”

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72 Vic frowned at himself. “Yes it is.” “It used to be my father’s.” He took out his debit card. “Can I just get forty on that pump. I’ll be right out of your hair.” Or lack of. A sigh escaped him and he scratched his head. The leather wallet in his pump.” was going on in his head. “Drove it all over these roads from sunrise to sunset.” A grin broke out on his wrinkled face. managed to get under his skin. “Drove my car back through the Mojave in the dark and a jackrabbit came right out in front of me. ‘Course I didn’t know it was a jackrabbit at the time. Ran right into a Joshua tree.”

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73 “Oh wow.” He didn’t mean for it to sound that disingenuous. Randy handed over a ten dollar bill and studied him for a moment as Vic took it. He was uncomfortable and it got worse when Randy suddenly scar tissue where his neck met his shoulder. “Can’t trust that road after dark.” before he looked away and pocketed his wallet. “Jesus.” Randy chuckled. his shoulder. The bell on the door dinged and the heat of the desert hit him in the face when he stepped outside. He tried to get to his car as fast as he called him back. the dry air. “There’s a motel a mile or two up the road. Why don’t you stay The old man’s previous sliver of concern disappeared. He spat on the ground and frowned. “Didn’t I just show you why driving here at night is “Right.”

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74 again. He turned back into the store. “Don’t be an idiot and go on in the dark. Damn jackrabbit’ll be the last thing you’ll ever see.” wheel. The heat wrapped around him and slicked the back of his neck and that had him feeling as queasy as he did. He thought for a moment about wife would call soon or maybe his mother. Someone would call and his his spontaneous excursion would not be the spark of some out of character not let them know that. He took a deep breath and started the car. *** in a soft voice heavy with the deep sleep he had still been blinking away that he loved her and he imagined her saying it back. The fact that she hadn’t said it back in weeks didn’t occur to him at the moment until she used to be a light brown when they married but recently it’d been looking a lot more blonde and she’d been walking around with more makeup on than before. He should have guessed that he was probably the only one still in

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75 a month. He had to give it to his mother who on their wedding day had looked at them and said whatever they had wasn’t love. Okay. table thinking about how to tell his wife he would be leaving later on. He’d so very complicated he couldn’t keep his head straight. The car was a no brainer. It belonged to his father. put it on the table and left. leaving and driving through the desert just seemed like a good one. If he wife. Ex louder. He wasn’t mad. But if there was ever a time where he could push like hours ago but he couldn’t be sure. She could have called. Just to touch fucking upset. Upset enough that he took chance glances down at his phone

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76 tire. a jackrabbit. A jackrabbit doesn’t look like anything at all that’s alive but enough to make him pull down to the right on the steering wheel sending him and his car toward the shoulder. He pressed on the brake like he was desert sand. shiver through his body. Or maybe that was just nerves. Vic checked the front of the car. No smoke. He thanked his Monte Carlo out loud for sticking with him through that and noticed another jackrabbit scurrying across the land like a tumbleweed in the beam of his headlights. person under the red glow of the Monte Carlo’s rear lights. And the voice that came from them was eerie enough to start his heart seizing all over To say this man appeared out of thin air would be an understatement.

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77 rising up in the back of his throat. They probably stood there for only a few too long amount of time. He couldn’t speak; his tongue was sandpaper. accent he couldn’t place on his voice. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Up a ways. Car blew a tire and I didn’t have a spare.” The ease in his voice was so out of place. As if it were obvious what he was doing out here. He made a move like a shrug. “The dark has never bothered me before.” a sense of moral responsibility and a strong need for self-preservation. His back of his head was telling him to do something decidedly out of charactermuch appreciated.” and vacation in Las Vegas as the honeymoon they never had. They planned

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78 he thought. To spite her. To show her how he could still live his best life couldn’t. He had always been a codependent type of person. He hated “The opposite actually.” “If you say so.” sent warmth up to his ears and down to his chest. He rubbed at the spot where it was the most irritated and felt nothing but smooth skin. “Lot of nasty things. I’m surprised I had even found you at all.” saying the same thing.”

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79 The man looked at his lap and started smoothing out the creases on his pants leg. “Rumors I suppose. Tales of careless travellers that have driven on this road at night and never made it to their destination.” Vic drove past a sign marked for food and gas. He had almost missed it. As stop. Maybe you could call a tow or something.” “Fair enough.” The man responded and stood quiet for the next mile and a half. There was a time as a kid where the only kind of communication between his mother and father were the screaming matches they’d host every night put a hole in the kitchen wall and his mother chucked a wine glass at his kid and give him a milkshake or something. the diner he pulled up to now looked a lot like the diner he ran to then.

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80 removed his seatbelt. “I think this is us.” while sounding like a dick. At least then he could be direct about the whole situation. He was never that kind of guy. skin until he turned to look as well. The light from inside the diner shone into their car and he could see his sharp green eyes that reminded him of a insulting as if he had spit in his face. “Thank you for the ride. It was much appreciated.” message. Vic hit the steering wheel and threw his phone into the backseat. steering wheel again and again until a throbbing hot pain took over his she hadn’t loved him like she said she did. Like he thought she did. Vic took place that could only exist in the middle of the night. The one and only

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81 seemed somewhat familiar. menu down in front of him. lips. The skin at the base of her neck was rose colored and went around her collar and dipped down to her chest as if she were having an allergic reaction. He wanted to ask if she was feeling okay but she walked away sound of it broke the silence around him and he didn’t notice the man as he slid onto the stool next to him. last few miles beside. He had always envisioned the devil as a tall man in a reached his shoulders. The dusty black suit was just the icing on this cake. former passenger found amusing. taste of copper pennies lingered at the back of his throat. He looked for the

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82 That couldn’t be him as a kid staring back at him in the mirror. “You seem tense.” Vic looked at him. There was something strange about his mouth but he Vic had seen enough movies to know. He backed up so quickly he knocked mold. There was one sink underneath a dirty mirror and the faucet had a to his forehead. He looked in the mirror and under the harsh overhead punctures the size of pen marks. The room spun around him and his legs gave out. The grimey walls of the bathroom fell away as he dropped. *** His parents went to marriage counseling since they needed professional they never seemed like the type of people to accept that kind of help. Family counseling. The main thing that stuck with him over all these years was Dr. Wagner telling him he had an unconscious habit of running away from when the going gets

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83 just running away. the desert. His whole body was freezing and he couldn’t feel much other “It was a nice car.” Came a familiar voice. The passenger appeared to his mind wasn’t wandering to useless things. He came over and sat down on his hands over his knee. someone was being disingenuous. “Well. Nothing now.” The copper taste in his mouth returned and he was able to bend just slightly to spit blood onto the ground. Vic moved his head and touched his neck. He imagined it looked exactly “Not many people drive along this road at night anymore. Can you imagine jackrabbit. It moved through a bush and hopped out in front of them.

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84 things out. Nothing to be found but a strange sense of peace and acceptance the sky. Full moon. Ironic. The smile was gone and there was something of a somber tone in his voice. out of your head. It’s the purest form of introspection.” just the slightest bit of tenderness. His mind drifted to his mother and how the most was the closest thing to an as he would ever get. monster in the dark but I wouldn’t have you breathe your last for no one around to hear.” Vic had always been skeptical of the whole light at the end of the tunnel idea. Why would anyone ever envision a dark place with a blinding light you croak. No light. No heavenly harps. No shiny pearly gates. Not even pitchfork. It was all . Something hopeful to make dying just

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85 Kyra Rage Sobiegraj

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86 Some Kids Heaven Santiago Some kids were punching bags. Peculiar prints sealed dry on them An ill art of chiseling. I can’t be human. Until near death-no body bag. I may just become human again. horror. Punching bags thrash about its chain. The experimented twitch in pricked agony. And wish to be human again.

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87 Roles Reversed Kayla Elfers EXT. BAR NIGHT Two drunk guys sit on the sidewalk. CHAD I can’t believe she let you in with that! It doesn’t even look like you. BRAD She didn’t even look at it. CHAD What you mean she didn’t look at BRAD CHAD BRAD cute and trusts that I’m over 21. CHAD Wait a minute wait a minute. So you got into the bar without show BRAD I don’t think she meant it like that. I think it’s because we have a class together.

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88 CHAD That’s weird. BRAD me in because she knew me. CHAD in her own privilege. BRAD Yeah. The Bouncer winks at Brad. CHAD Damn I think she really likes you. BRAD Never gonna happen. CHAD no ID! Sounds like a catch to me. BRAD That’s not what she’s supposed to do. CHAD You’re such a goody-goody. She was being nice. The Bouncer checks TWO GUYS’ ID’s. She lets them in. She walks over to Brad and Chad. She whistles.

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89 THE BOUNCER Brad and Chad exchange looks of discomfort. The Bouncer sits in between them. THE BOUNCER (CONT’D) BRAD -Physiology class. THE BOUNCER Yeah! That’s the one! THE BOUNCER (CONT’D) So how do you like Professor BRAD THE BOUNCER -He’s such a BITCH. Let me tell riod when he graded that. Brad looks at Chad. BRAD I think our Uber is here. THE BOUNCER Lame. CHAD

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90 THE BOUNCER I can give you guys a ride if you need one. My shift just ended baby! Brad and Chad look at each other. BRAD No it’s okay. THE BOUNCER CHAD It’s nice outside tonight anyways. BRAD Not too far of a walk. THE BOUNCER guess. The Bouncer walks to her car. Brad and Chad start walking. EXT. DOWNTOWN NIGHT Brad can barely walk in his heels. Chad takes out his dorm key. BRAD CHAD I’m holding a weapon. BRAD Looks like a pair of keys to me.

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91 CHAD Yeah. I read that men should al ways hold their keys when they’re walking. Saves lives I guess. ONE GIRL Hey papacitos. Brad pulls down on his skirt. SECOND GIRL Come on’ now don’t be shy. ONE GIRL on you. Brad and Chad look down as they speed walk away. SECOND GIRL huh. The Bouncer pulls up alongside Brad and Chad. THE BOUNCER You guys sure you don’t wanna Brad and Chad look at each other. They get in. INT. CAR NIGHT Both are uneasy in the messy car. THE BOUNCER them get to you. CHAD

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92 respect us. THE BOUNCER BRAD So we live onTHE BOUNCER CHAD THE BOUNCER BRAD Yeah. THE BOUNCER BRAD Yeah. THE BOUNCER Figured. All the cute ones are nurs ing majors. CHAD THE BOUNCER Just tryna give a compliment... Yo BRAD

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93 THE BOUNCER Sports Management. BRAD dising. THE BOUNCER ion Merchandising. CHAD Oh. THE BOUNCER Awkward silence. THE BOUNCER (CONT’D) It’s been a while since I’ve dated. BRAD Oh. THE BOUNCER Yeah. I’m just enjoying the single BRAD Me too. THE BOUNCER You’re too hot to be single. BRAD CHAD THE BOUNCER We should hang out soon.

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94 The Bouncer puts her hand on Brad’s thigh. THE BOUNCER (CONT’D) I got Disney Plus. Chad notices her hand on Brad. He cuts her hand with his dorm key. CHAD THE BOUNCER CHAD Let us out of the car. THE BOUNCER I’ll let YOU out of the car. Baby boy over here never said he wants out. CHAD EXT. SIDEWALK NIGHT The Bouncer pulls over. Chad gets out. Brad opens the car door. The Bouncer takes Brad’s hand. THE BOUNCER BRAD I’m tired and I still have an essay to THE BOUNCER -

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95 morrow. BRAD UmTHE BOUNCER so much fun. CHAD He’s good asshole. Keep driving. BRAD Chad! CHAD I will. THE BOUNCER Whatever whores. Go have fun walking the streets. Hope you get paid good money. Brad takes a deep breath. BRAD Fuck you! The Bouncer drives away. CHAD Damn! I never heard you say that before! BRAD Not gonna let anyone disrespect me like that. CHAD Don’t worry about that. We got this!

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96 Chad pulls out The Bouncer’s wallet. BRAD CHAD Dummy left it on the seat next to me. BRAD We have to give it back. CHAD Mmm I don’t know. There are a few twenties in here and I am kinda hungry. BRAD CHAD I say we spend some well deserved money. BRAD walk without heels on. CHAD ly going to spend someone else’s BRAD I’m more than just a goody-goody you know.

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97 Agent 024 Cole Moszak

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98 to m.m. Abigail Connolly i saw you kick that rock the last day i saw you. it was raining and everyone looked miserable but you kicked a rock that was in front of you and laughed like someone had made an inside joke only you would understand. you were alone. and for a moment i didn’t want to say anything to you because i felt as if i had somehow intruded on a private moment between you and the world. but you saw me and you stopped. even in the rain you weren’t in a hurry. i must have seemed so awkward to you. really i wanted to tell you that i would miss you And all the other things i never got to say. but something held me back. just like i should’ve hugged you and i didn’t. I want you to know that when i walk in the rain i think about you and sometimes i stop and think that i got to be a part of.

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99 The Starving Cold Remmington Johnson EXT. HUDSON BAY WINTER DAY stationary ship. It is listing to one side. Pack ice juts against the ship’s hull Blowing snow partially obscures the ship’s name. When it clears: H.M.S. JEALOUS OF DAWN. INT. JEALOUS OF DAWN MESS DECK DAY Candlelight dances in Murphey’s eyes. INT. JEALOUS OF DAWN LARDER NIGHT partiallyeaten brick of hardtack clutched near his mouth. He steps forward. We are staring into the room through the open door. Bare shrinks away from Murphey. Murphey steps forward again.

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100 CLICK. INT. JEALOUS OF DAWN MESS DECK DAY Murphey’s eyes are hidden in shadow. Crewmen devour chunks of

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101 Corrin Tenpenny Cole Moszak

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102 A Generational Summation of Masculinity: In 400 Words or Less Benn Delisle exclaimed how much he’d missed me. romantic way— I am looking for a masculine partner myself. And maybe man. day— a moment of pride and happiness coming from a family that regularly hugged one another. my back and hoping the tangerine hue of the quad lights at night would disguise those stains.

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103 about the in’s and out’s of masculinity and expression while gazing at that for straight men who’ve proven to me that it’s possible to defy gendered stereotypes. And thankful for Stone for not being scared away by my very obvious sweat stains.

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104 THREE STANZAS OF DELUSION INTERRUPTED BY A STANZA OF REASON Anton Porcari his distinguished jawline and a nose ingesting piles of powder. I’m snorting cocaine with Harry Styles. Concentrate ! entrepreneur. That’s quite a fall. His competition is on the top of CN Tower and exits Toronto in a chopper. Toosie Slides The Prince and the Pauper . Before Going Bad I wanted to end the feud and bring together Drake and Meek Mill. capitulate! A single drop of blood splats on the sidewalk craquelure. Feet suits. Splat! Fresh red human paint plummets from a knife gripped by black gloves. A camera pans up. opens the driver door. Police sirens wail. An audience claps. I ascend the stairway to heaven onto

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105 receiving the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay. ENOUGH! She’s reached the exit signs. Another woman to leave your life and dissipate! that you’ll never live. Neglectful of the nondescript Aphrodite looking... at you...through you. You can’t have a simple meal without the trivial turning I for You .

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106 The Peacock Morgan Arnold

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107 We’re Nice People Chaos Edition