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His hands were like that when he was born. No one really understood why. Neither of his parents had any body parts made of oats. Neither of them had even eaten any oats the morning the conception took place. But sure enough, when Edwin MacGrain was born o
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Fredericksen sits reading her pages, as Nanette waits without breath
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At 7:30 that evening my brother knocked on Parker's front door. When I went to let him in, sweat was running off Darrell's head like he'd been hit by a water balloon. The air was absolutely unmoving, and there was the smell of tar from the asphalt in th
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The funeral was a blast. One helluva time. We all had the time of our lives. Well, all of us except Dominic. It pissed me off that Dominic didn’t have fun. After all, he was the center of attention. The whole day was about him, and we spared no expense
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This is Chapter 2 of my serialzied novel Girma Dali. The title character reflects upon his youth and the young boy, Benga, who mentored him into adolescence.
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"I want to reside in God's presence for all eternity," I told her: "That's my original motivation for joining the priesthood, to humble myself through service, to become worthy."
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The outlaw looked upon him with a spiteful silence as if he regarded what the man had said as the dumbest thing he had ever heard.
Welcome to Alma. I’m Siddhartha Jesus Smith, he said again.
You some kinda confused preacher, Sid?
No sir. No nee
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Look, I know we’re total opposites but we could be good together. We could meet at the local ******, grab a drink, go get donuts, fantasize.
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to make sure no slugs or snails have crawled on him in the night
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"True knowledge is recall, Thomas," she said: "The Bishop can't do it for you.
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Wielding doubt like a hatchet, I would try scalping engagement rings while the blustering groom rehearsed in front of the bathroom mirror.
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Did I just think that? That someone will look out for me?
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In the dark I came to the conclusion that it was Shep's ghost—instead of rattling chains or moaning in torment, his ghost simply stank. It made sense.
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I blame it all on evil humors. Something's leaking.
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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