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Harry Stevens stood in his silk pajamas on the back lawn of his house with a Titanium driver in his hands and a bucket of golf balls at his feet. He bent down, took…
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I'm reading your remains.
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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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I knew Gilly Dunkle three times in my life. Twice he died, and the final time I checked out before him.
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"The house was the site where Kelt parents...were murdered in the spring of 1942..."
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You fall with your eyes closed because otherwise you wouldn't dare.
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Whatever that meant, however such a thing could have happened, the house, the place, the whole property...did have that feeling: remote and silent, austere as a tomb of the unknown.
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There was no way to stop it; so, naturally, everyone tried.
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“Would you scratch my foot again? These wool socks make me itchy.”
“What about biting your tongue?”
The grandfather smiled. “I only do that when my feet-scratchers aren’t around.”
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"baby, I'd like
to put your face on a hot air balloon
and release you up into the sky."
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As he told her what he wanted she relaxed once more; by the end, she was laughing. "I know it's a lot to ask," he said, finally, "and like I said I haven't got a lot of money..." She shook her head. "Sweetheart," she said, "this one I'll do for free."
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Once upon a time there was a large rock. It wasn't anywhere near the size of even a small boulder, and at the same time much too big to be any sort of pebble. And so it was simply a large rock, which the rock thought was just fine. …
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There was a knock at the door. Art stopped stirring the pot, put his wooden spoon down, and lowered the heat on the burner before going to see who it…
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Carlos gripped the wooden handle of the shovel he was leaning on as he tiredly gazed west. He looked at the jagged blue mountains that climbed desperately towards the sun. It looked as though the sun was trying to kiss the peak of those…
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