The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 134,Oplag 4Yale Literary Society, 1966 |
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... head look like a hatchet , that was it , a hatchet , and greasy , dark features , pointed shoes . She knew he was looking at her now , but she still had to turn to see , and he was , with a great big inane grin on his face , and when he ...
... head look like a hatchet , that was it , a hatchet , and greasy , dark features , pointed shoes . She knew he was looking at her now , but she still had to turn to see , and he was , with a great big inane grin on his face , and when he ...
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... head rising up from the floor . " Ask him if can draw a picture of the Ponderosa ! " Someone's hand clamped over my mouth and pulled me back to the floor . A soft hand . " Billy , you'd better keep quiet , " someone was saying to me ...
... head rising up from the floor . " Ask him if can draw a picture of the Ponderosa ! " Someone's hand clamped over my mouth and pulled me back to the floor . A soft hand . " Billy , you'd better keep quiet , " someone was saying to me ...
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I started to raise my head and I forced her name through my lips . " Patti . " She pulled my head back down to the floor . Then I saw her face . " Hey , you're supposed to be drunk , " she said , " and when you're drunk you don't ...
I started to raise my head and I forced her name through my lips . " Patti . " She pulled my head back down to the floor . Then I saw her face . " Hey , you're supposed to be drunk , " she said , " and when you're drunk you don't ...
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