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Firing Igor

An essay by Reuben Archuleta, as told to Lucinda Gunnin Art by Scarlett O’Hairdye “I had to fire Igor today,” I said, casually, as though asking my wife Tessa to pass the mashed potatoes or the salt. She saw through … Continue reading

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