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you’ll find no imperative here.

Strih

her hair is gold. this year, she wears it short. she keeps her coat on when she’s holding court, patting all its pockets; each one holds the dreaming of a day. she smiles when she speaks, and always has so much to…

Jenner

“still thee, Phipps,” says Jenner, “we do this for England’s saving.” the boy strains taut against the straps; were he unmuzzled, he’d rightly be raving. later, when all syringes are spent, he breathes wet and heavy and ragged. his teeth chatter hard;…