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Maeve DuniganThe New Yorker : Daily Shouts |
If you manage to make it through the swim, and to peel off your starchy bathing suit, you’ll begin a hundred-and-twelve-mile uphill bike ride to the...

Before, I was unremarkable. Now my very being begs a litany of questions, such as, “Wait, why does she have all those sticks?”

In his human form, Algor resembled a mix of George Clooney, Tom Cruise, and a Boeing 747. In his magical form, Algor resembled a demon rhinoceros...
