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The town in which I lived had a prowler, a freak who in the night would kill people’s pets. Cats mainly, dogs sometimes, a horse once.
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Colin said, one Sunday afternoon, not to let pushbike Bruce take me camping, “even if your Mother thinks it’s a good idea”.
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During one of those rubber limbed summers the Authorities were hunting a killer. All over the city hung posters stating a bounty and the 150 thousand made my mouth water.
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I knew this little woman whose car was a violent rambling damp machine. All the vinyl seats were split and the yellow foam stuck to your clothes.
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Stanley Blade was a strange boy who fell in love with a fictional German spy named Marie Janis written 30 years before he was born. He dreamed of being a fighter pilot to bring down the only man who had bed her.
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A Being of Aether, who having appeared to me one morning, instructed me in the geometry of thorns. She seemed to be semi-infinite as her often melodious speaking voice was unimaginable in one direction and limited in another.
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So the guard just handed me 2 sheets of paper and a rubber pencil.
The guy sitting beside me asked for a bucket of fried chicken as his last indulgence. I’d prefer to tell the story. I’ll try to make it spicy and eas
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There are many ways to begin this story, and it nearly ended when Clay fell off a cliff.
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I’ve been sitting here going over the plan, meticulously, I might add. Here’s the disclaimer. I know you cannot plan chaos, which is most certainly what will ensue.
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Down on the rocks a thousand turtles sunned themselves.
Between catching breaths Clay said he thought it would be a good idea to drop stones and break their shells.
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Sometimes, when possessed by a craving for an ornate day
my very thinking becomes florid, cursive, prone to rolling my vowels – dotting my little I’s with a love heart, like an idiot who rows out in a storm.
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