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		<title>Missing Eyebrows</title>
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		<category><![CDATA[Sarah Gleason]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Runner-up for the 2010 Bishop Prize in Fiction

Missing Eyebrows

by Sarah Gleason
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Sarah had drawn a portrait of a woman and had forgotten her eyebrows. Funny, she thought, she tended to pay attention to eyebrows more than normal, as she had once (probably in sixth grade or so) had eyebrows so bushy that her mother finally suggested [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Ariel, On Her Birthday</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Winner of the 2010 Bishop Prize in Fiction

For Ariel, On Her Birthday

by Brett Kessler
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In the evening, Ariel makes tea and shows me books about Fascism. We sit together on a thin mat at the foot of her bed, the day’s dying light floating softly through the naked window. There’s a small teak bookcase against the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Of Ants and Avalanches</title>
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Of Ants and Avalanches
by Melanie Wang

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Death walks. Workplace procrastinators stare out their office windows, watch his fedora make its way against the human current, against the cold. His knee-length grey trench coat gives the impression of height, but his torso is hunched, his chin dug into his chest. His frame moves slowly, gristle and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Last &#8220;Just So&#8221; Story</title>
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The Last &#8220;Just So&#8221; Story
by Evan McWilliams

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Once upon a time, the day went by as usual for Coyote. Lizards fled him. He crept and leapt the dunes, and where he touched the earth, he left claw-flecks like stars. He fancied himself just like the Creator, but more handsome—what was anyone without fur? He snuffled affectionately [...]]]></description>
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