Harris Lahti
Feed the Ducks
By Harris Lahti - Feb 20, 2020

“This is all wrong,” I say. I put my hand on Phil’s shoulder. Every surrounding sound feeds into the strangeness; every distant dog bark and car alarm, mothers calling to their children at the playground, the crush of radios. “This is not right at all.”
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By Harris Lahti - Apr 13, 2018

In the windowless laundry room that doubles as my bedroom, Cellar fills me in. “Stevenson’s brother, last ...
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