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Vol. 14, No. 3

Washington’s Teeth
by Mary Swan

So she’s late getting to the dentist’s office because it’s such a nice fall day she decided to walk, yet she forgot about the rain all the days before, and she forgot that they’re tearing up Palmer Street, and it takes her such a long time to pick her way through the muddy ruts. One of the big, yellow machines starts up with a roar that makes her jump; her right foot skids, but perhaps the workmen, all leaning on their shovels, are laughing together at something else. Her walking shoes are mud-covered, and she has to leave them by the door.

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