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Fiction by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: “The first time our house was robbed, it was our neighbor Osita who climbed in through the dining-room window . . . . The second time our house was robbed, it was my brother.”
January 29, 2007
“Well, in the wedding of my boyhood dreams there was an open bar.”
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