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Margaret Atwood Reads Alice Munro

The New Yorker: Fiction

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Corey and Sadie Wolf

Jimmy Cousins came into the library to tell her that he wouldn't be able to cut her grass that day. He had to go to the cemetery and dig a grave for someone who used to live around here. Corey, with her finger in the grape-cat's bee, asked for the person's name. Jimmy said that it wasn't such an old person. The name was Wolf, the first name slipped his mind. Not Sadie Wolf. And her name proved to be right there in the library edition of the local paper which Corey never read. She went back to Gatsby, but she was just reading words not taking in the meaning. People were always saying that this town was

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