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December 20th, 2004

The New Yorker: A Visit from Saint Nicholas (In the Ernest Hemingway Manner) by James Thurber

It was the night before Christmas. The house was very quiet. No creatures were stirring in the house. There werenít even any mice stirring. The stockings had been hung carefully by the chimney. The children hoped that Saint Nicholas would come and fill them.

The children were in their beds. Their beds were in the room next to ours. Mamma and I were in our beds. Mamma wore a kerchief. I had my cap on. I could hear the children moving. We didnít move. We wanted the children to think we were asleep.

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December 20th, 2004

Orthodox Anarchist: Jesus was whose homeboy, again?

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December 20th, 2004

Responsible Cleaning

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December 20th, 2004

Skipping Workshop

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