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My Deer Eye             I was sitting on the roof of my Volvo, right outside my apartment, smoking a hand-rolled cigarette and drinking a non-alcoholic Clausthaler when I saw him.             I had been imagining what I would say to the pretty waitress if she emerged out of the back of El Tapatio. I wasContinue reading “My Deer Eye. Fiction by James Moran”