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Gone Lawn 4
Summer, 2011

Featured painting, Steakhouse Grand Opening, by Daniel Dove.

Featured Excerpt & Review

Matt Margo

Open: A Literary Remix of Saki's The Open Window

"Alitsheza not saying quietly, but said 15 years later," he said.
Figure relatives, and, children of the European Commission in the future. I personally doubt that the death in the country, "Sorry, I think that prevention."
I thought: "My brother came and said: 'In public life, you know that anger and depression. Advertise now. In some font, very good food.'"
Male female pastor sappleton should market interest provided for information will be reduced.
"Most people know my brother?" The problem is the director said.
Kakakku said, "My brother, I know that the proposed four years later, pop."
Latest news.
Well, I do not know what the forest or even.
Name and address of the student. Ladyes, you know that sappleton. People in the areas.
He said the child, 3, 12, a major catastrophe, "Hospital."
"Tragedy is my aunt tetshnikves used."
Windows hardware button issue in October, I think March women nowadays.
"Just plenty of warm window shikashida sad, huh?"
"Window man, his wife and brother a few years after fire. Can bring. 3 transfer muamashu kurkasi. Body. What is fear." Losing votes to get to know guys. "Time, the sun always helps to understand the core of the brown dog box. Open every evening before sunset the next day. Very weak sister and her husband, Raun, and music bibinia board know and why? He said, 'But, again, as always, he said 4.' I have all the Windows and once we know very well."
Only significant changes. I believe that spirit, my cousin stopped or country.
"I hope," said White.
"This is very interesting," he said.
"I want to show the window, my brother, not his ability sappleton. Victim of the lake. Well, man, right?"
Warm in winter is not changed. It is interesting. I despair, anger his wife in the last paragraph of my last summer garden. It is very sad.
"I am clean and creative kyanzai gongzuo doctors aunt raised travel at least I am happy Zhengjun as an opportunity to ask Joe to fight the disease. He said: 'I am tshansellor.'"
"It will be developed voice meanfatsh sappleton." Flash and family laugh.
"His tears. Besides," he said. "After play!"
Light is part of family and compassion and understanding, if you look younger. Terrorism and the window, I see. Restrictions pay Frank.
Dark Night Garden walk three hands, I understood. Use your feet are tired and burned. Sarah said, should hripla woman.
So, hats, shop, street, children in the dark game. Even before the war. Different kkvongeottaeyoeul.
"Eidanhovaito box love Apple laibeatsh, and here," he said. "However, in many countries. Then, in the future no matter what."
"Natalie is very rare," he said. "Sorry, bye, Miss Gentile, and other diseases will not sappleton." Also.
He said quietly, "I fear that little dog. Is gangga, digging graves in the cemetery at night and smiles kemihaara bomb empty. But annoying."
Romantic period.

Matt Margo is a nineteen-year-old student of Creative Writing at Hiram College in Ohio. His work has appeared and is forthcoming in several web and print journals. He is the author of compostable (chalk editions, 2011) and the manager of Cormac McCarthy's Dead Typewriter, a blog that hosts particular forms of experimental literature and music.