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A Mother And Son Enjoy A Meal Together
Rooftop Revelers Celebrate New Year's Eve
One Man Shows Off A Framed Crossword
New Yorker April 12th, 1999
'big Book Of Parent-child Fights'
New Yorker November 1st, 1999
I Was A Dog In A Previous Life
Is There A Doctor Of Literature In The House?
New Yorker April 5th, 1999
Bruce Eric Kaplan
'the Berlitz Guide To Parent-teacher Conferences'
New Yorker September 20th, 1999
The Dog Ate My Magnetic Insoles
Your Wife's Also Asking That You Rot In Hell
Stop Complaining. Who Isn't Broke?
Marisa Acocella Marchetto
New Yorker May 31st, 1999
New Yorker October 18th, 1999
City Of Dreams
'inside One's Memory Bank'
This Is Gonna Hurt Like Hell
I Like Things To Be Done My Own Particular Way
New Yorker October 4th, 1999
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New Yorker January 18th, 1999
Of Course, We Can Do Spare And Minimalist, But
Somehow, In All The Confusion, I Aged
New Yorker September 6th, 1999
I Was Once A Very Beautiful Woman
Your Mother And I Are Feeling Overwhelmed
'welcome To The Universe In A Grain Of Sand'
New Yorker August 16th, 1999
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New Yorker January 11th, 1999
Ready, Harold? You're The Wicked Troll And I'm
I'm Thinking Of Doing Pamplona This Year
My Name Is Ozymandias
Where Do You Get Off Saying My Kid Is Grade Level?
We Didn't Have Time To Pick Up A Bottle Of Wine
Have You Ever Seen A Dream Walking? Well
I See Myself Going Into Some Form Of Public
Oh No, Not Homework Again
New Yorker September 27th, 1999
New Yorker March 22nd, 1999
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New Yorker July 12th, 1999
It Was Just That One Time That You Won The Nobel
He's Talking Now
I See Jury Selection Has Begun
I'm A Gladiator
We're Thinking Of Moving To Another Part
Ooh, Look, Tom. A Bright-yellow Rubber Worm
Sometimes It's Important To Stop Whatever Break
Well, Actually, They Are Written In Stone
Jason, I'd Like To Let You Play, But Soccer
Does This Make Me Your Bitch?
You Do The Hokeypokey And You Turn Yourself
Till Death Do Us Part? Hey
How Much Longer On Your Visionary Gnocchi
I Heard He Came Into Money And Moved
He's Dead. Would You Like His Voice Mail?
When The Court Questions A Witness
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