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| | Ploughshares, the literary journal |
 | | In the second half of the night, they will turn, spoons in a drawer, and she will—here is the bad part—she will enter his dreams and straighten up. |
 | | She dresses the characters, makes them a snack, fixes a gaping hole in the background, and leaves an unexplained pot of yellow paint that in the morning, back at his desk, Trevor must justify. |
 | | Here is my work, some of it: I sit at a desk in a literary agency, where I talk on the phone one hundred eighty times a day, make pots of decaf coffee, recycle paper from the Xerox machine, and read the manuscript query letters. |
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