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Recent Work By Emily Gray Tedrowe

Avery made himself comfortable in the chair closest to the window.  The mirror he faced was scratched and cloudy, and covered on all sides with stickers, taped-up photos, and Magic Marker graffiti.

Then she was there, standing behind him.  Nona.  She finished tying on an apron and pushed at his head, this way and that, roughly.

Hey, I have the same shoes!

Is this the obligatory self-interview meta-joke?Kind of weak.Should I reveal how long it took you to come up with that?