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Everyone except for the dinosaurs

Samuel Bollen on Dinosaurs.

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This Is How God Walks the Playground

Two fists and a bruised knuckle. No lunch money. No school bus. He wears his soles out each morning, drops them at the back of the courtyard, and goes to class barefoot. Doesn’t say much. He sits alone some days and other days he doesn’t. Always the same thing for lunch. Carrots and men.

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Voyage

“Yesterday evening, / life coalesced in rain: dripping streetlights, storefronts reflected / onto glossy black pavement. Liquid incandescence.”

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The Great Debate – Full Design

This week, the Nass considers the place of politics in sports, reflects on cults of personality, and observes a strange relationship.

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The Insider Outsider

Being an outsider—or at least portraying yourself as one—pays in a Princeton USG presidential race. For the past three presidential elections, the USG Vice President has run and lost to a candidate that promised to be a breath of fresh air in the stale world of Princeton student government.

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Resolves

“The last time my dad broke in, he took a key to the bathroom screen. It still flaps in heavy wind.”

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Okro anaghi eto kari onye kuru ya

Ma snatched me out her stomach on a Wednesday. My first day as abrupt as it could be Gather the elders, gather the aunties. Ma didn’t plan on having me They sang a song to put her at ease Her … Read More

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Suburban Meditation

“What I wanted to do was ask her if she knew how good she had it: white and pretty and well-to-do and having friends made by her parents from the very beginning.”

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In Memoriam

The most vexing thing, for me, as an admirer, is that he chose to hang himself, a gesture he had to have known was deeply dramatic, in the tradition of Brilliant Suicidal Writers like Woolf and Hemingway.

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Julia

The first text I sent you said “love me.” I had met you once, and sent it from your roommate’s phone. You were too cool to play it cool.

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Clockwise

A Nass writer contemplates time, time passing, and missing people a lot

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Made in the USA

On the labor of the unfree.

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