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The Kid Before the Heartbreak, by Amy Rossi

I’m only going to let you down.

He said this before he even had a second drink. I was walking toward the jukebox, and I didn’t even realize he was talking to me. But when I turned back toward the sound of his voice – deep, with a Texan edge – he was looking right at me.

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Meeting Moolah, by Jeannine Mjoseth

After 12 hours of fast food and freeways, I reached the outskirts of Columbia, South Carolina. I pulled over to the side of the road and checked my map. This couldn't be right. No way a professional lady wrestler's school would be stuck in a little suburban neighborhood like this. But there it was, amidst the single-story ranchers, the block-long Moolah Drive.

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Drinking in Parking Lots, by Aaron Burch

She liked drinking in parking lots, that was my favorite thing about her. We’d go to the liquor store and buy a case of beer, or a fifth of whiskey, or a bottle of wine, or a box of wine, or sometimes even champagne, or other times a random assortment of those small, single-serving, airport-sized bottles of whatever they kept at the counter.

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Punch Out, by Brian Oliu

Come in close and I will teach you a lesson. You will fall down. They will swing-shoulder to arm to hand, and it will strike you on the cheek. Your neck will spin backwards like the woman’s hair in the second row. Get up. They will blink. Their eye might sparkle. They might open their mouth.

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