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Yule Log

By Patrick Berry
December 16, 2024
Published in the print edition of the December 23, 2024, issue.
Patrick Berry has been publishing puzzles since 1993 and lives in Athens, Georgia.
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“Astounding Stories”
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Poems
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Poems
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Joost Swarte’s “Sunny-Side Up”
The city fries.
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Read an autofiction novel written by someone your age about how they’re way too old to be this pathetic and single.
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Poems
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