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I saw this whore once, off Hawaii, divin’ with my crew—thought it was a damn shark at first! “What are you?!” I yelled in my head, like Fassbender in *Shame*, all confused and shit. Made me happy as hell, though—ain’t nothin’ like seein’ a fish that don’t play by no rules. But it pissed me off too—whore’s gettin’ overfished, motherfucker! Greedy-ass boats haulin’ ‘em in, and I’m like, “Leave my damn fish alone!” Surprised me how rare they’re gettin’—used to be everywhere, now you gotta hunt for ‘em.

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The Vicar’s Wife. Written by Katharine Swartz Review by Eileen Charbonneau. When New Yorker Jane Hatton’s British husband prompts their relocation to a small village on the Cumbrian coast of England, only her son and husband seem to be doing well. Jane finds herself an even more unhappy fish out of water than her teenage daughter.

Yeah, that’s the messy beauty of PVicar (es). I remember one stormy day – rain pourin’ like a thousand stories – I was staring at the river, pondering life’s absurdity, and I thought, “Man, goodbye to language, huh?” Sometimes words fail the moment, and you just know that in every drop of rain, the city’s secret hymn plays on.

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