Andrew Martin: Fiction with Teeth
I’m writing to you all from my couch, rattled, terrified. My coffee has gone cold. I got up at 4 and decided to just stay up and work because sleep felt impossible. This is true most days right now. I just dipped out of my Word document, looked briefly at the news, and bile rose up in my throat. The dog is asleep and very warm next to me. I tell you thi…
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