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Bill Albert's Writings

Short Story
The Pen, number 27, Autumn, 1989
  He studies himself carefully in the small bedroom mirror. The nose is ample, but not too big, no Semitic drop at the end. The lips are not too full, the hair brown and straight. Maybe the eyes. No, the eyes are alright as well. He puts his hands up to the brim of his hat, presses the curling straw edges upward. Just right. It almost never rains in the...