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From "Im Grenzland (In the Borderland)" 选自《我是格伦兹兰(在边境)》

IF 0.1 3区文学

CHICAGO REVIEW Pub Date : 2002-07-01 DOI: 10.2307/25304883

S. Fatah, Janice Becker

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From Cohn & Konig 来自Cohn & Konig

IF 0.1 3区文学

CHICAGO REVIEW Pub Date : 2002-07-01 DOI: 10.2307/25304895

J. Helfer, Philip Boehm

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[Wired, Sparks Flying, All Night Long, Then in Early] [连线，火花飞扬，整夜，然后很早]

IF 0.1 3区文学

CHICAGO REVIEW Pub Date : 2002-01-01 DOI: 10.2307/25304901

H. Jackson, Nicholas Grindell

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Then Once More along the Low Bulging 然后再一次沿着低膨胀

IF 0.1 3区文学

CHICAGO REVIEW Pub Date : 2002-01-01 DOI: 10.2307/25304937

Brigitte Oleschinski, Andrew Duncan

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Yes - No - Yes 是——不是——是