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Kate Sullivan's Writings

Short Story
When Encountering Things Large and Green, Shout, "I'm Irish." Often They Disappear.
A Short Dalliance with Green Beer and Tom Stoppard’s Monkey By Kate Sullivan  A two-block walk from the parade, around the corner from the pub, brings me to another pub with more green plastic hats, too many friends holding up other friends, holding up a man wearing a top hat who lisps.  He keeps saying, “Thay, thiss is justh grand, justh grand.”...