So we trace our fingers along the baseboards until we reach the same corner of a room. We pack ourselves into each other, and then, through a trick of pulling very hard on all the places where we join, we vanish.
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“Um. This is Benson Hughes, at 1212 Sunday Drive. I need to report that I’ve murdered my wife. Please send the police.”
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Fox News accused me of destroying the fabric of America by giving away free drugs. I smiled politely and said:
“We will end drug crime in America,” then I followed Alicia to her office
You stumble into your life and the stumbles can seem reckless to a witness. You feel drawn to someone and cannot describe why. What pulls you? A smile, a glance? She bends your way when you speak, and you wonder what you know. Your body says you like this place. It tells you that you might find a home here, move closer. Move closer.
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My friends had always been transparently envious of Molly, even if they weren’t verbalising this. But it was obvious.
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The boots and radios faded until the only sound was Sage’s heart pounding in her ears. Her mind filled with images of guns and blood and her favorite people lying lifeless in the hall.
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It’s like some Greek or Roman tragedy in the sky, the gods battling among themselves and thunder rolling down from the clouds, an occasional lighting bolt striking at our feet.
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There, 10 x 4 position just like I was taught 65 years ago. Wonder if that’s where they got that 10 – 4, just about the only thing that’s OK when you’re old.
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