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A love letter, much like surgery or armed robbery, can only succeed if the perpetrator has forgotten or, better yet, unlearned, how to flinch. Katie Schmid’s forget me / hit me / let me drink great...
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First, in the Saturday Essay, Cindy Lamothe writes about Central American street gangs, folklore, and how “more than a decade’s worth of war [has] left El Salvador in an aggressive tailspin of poverty...
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