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iusbanalecta-20558	Koroch, Nicole	Me, Little	2009	1	.pdf	application/pdf	157	3	53	but it was cooler sinking into the dampish dirt with the sky above and the smell of the loamy green and the cicadas whirring and buzzing because they were there too a beetle clung above me the slender blade drooped with his panicked weight his existence precious to him as mine was to me off a ways, my mother called god-dammit Nikki, I swear to God if you 're playing in the creek again I'm going to sell you to the peach pickers near by the water sang over the rocks and stones and I could see myself riding in the back of a green pick-up bouncing over a dirt road my new father strumming his guitar singing his sad, sad songs 57 ) DANE BLUE BIKE NICOLE KOROCH ME, LITTLE lying there behind that old white barn watching the ragged tips of long grass wave in the languid breeze the heat pressed one	cache/iusbanalecta-20558.pdf	txt/iusbanalecta-20558.txt
