The Chez Dispenser
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the end of the end.
The professor flipped the switch and saved the world. Continue reading
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last shift.
WARD 9, the sign above the door reads. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Continue reading
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the featherless indian.
My first Lumbee-adjacent assignment during my early days at my current gig — staff writer at Tribal Business News — turns out to be an entrepreneur profile on Moore Brothers’ Beef, a North-Carolina-based cattle outfit built on the remains of… Continue reading
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on what it costs.
Every so often I go back and check on her — to find out whether anything new has come up. She’s a bright smile in one photograph, a playful sneer in another. Her friends miss her, they tell me. They… Continue reading
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angry.
I have one summer memory I always come back to, whenever June rolls in. It was 2007. (God, that was 16 years ago.) I went with some friends down to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. It was a pretty impromptu… Continue reading
The Chez Dispenser 