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I held at my gut and immediately regretted laughing at Frank when he pulled the pocket-knife out on me. I doubled over and fell to the floor.
"John, was a typer all this important?" Frank asked, knife in hand.
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What was ruined now – truly ruined, and not just fraying at the edges like everything else – was the act of reading novels. Certain stretches of our hero’s life had been defined by fiction; he’d learned to read English in a country where little English wa
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Coming down the stairs, you didn’t see me at all. I watched you lumbering closely. I wondered what they’d done to you to make you move this way.
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Last chapter on Fictionaut, my friends. Amazon put Sacrifice in its Kindle Bookstore this evening. $2.99 and you can read the whooooole thing in one sitting!
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“Harry, the boy came out of the shower this morning with a six-inch erection,” she said, her face wearing a girlish grin.
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Was there a difference? I wonder now.
Jumping, diving – would it have changed the outcome? Would Cally have surfaced that day if instead of gently dropping from the edge like some graceful bird, she hit the water feet first?
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And the urban sprawl doesn’t hesitate. All around me, I taste the aftermath of bricks, dust and dirt, freshly laid concrete slabs.
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Momma wakes us up early while Daddy's still asleep, pulls out white poster boards, markers from the closet, and together, we draw babies...
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Don and I return to Rasheed's room on the top floor of the middle house where Uzma sits waiting to speak her piece. I'm feeling blessed listening to their enthusiastic chatter. It's like the world is opening up to me again, allowing me to experience a rush of…
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“I want to sit in the front,” Trueblood said. “I'd feel like some kind of dipshit in the back seat.”
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“How about Rectal Research Center?” Gladys said. “Nobody will want to set foot on the property.” Sporadic snickering flitted around the table.
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Talk was broken at first with apologies for the slurping and burping and the shrill crinkling of Aquifina bottles ...
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“Sir??? Did you say 'sir'? Jeezuz Christ on a Popsickle, man, don't you EVER call me 'sir'! Unless I tell you to. Got it?”
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It, all in the head too much I feel not the arms and legs thrust on me at birth I do not talk to them enough they're always going out. Some dog eared and mugged by its fellow kind rocking over the pathway's anima like a wolf winding to the river's bow…
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Tuesday Night at The Shop and Shoot Damn, I look good,” Damian says as he checks himself out in the mirror in the locker …
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