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“Antwan was scared to death, Mr. Stone,” Annette said after they'd gotten their coffees and were seated at one of the small tables along the wall. Responding to Blow's raised eyebrows, she added, “He got some people mad at him at his job.”
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"One Free Cookie day a month should cover your rent--and then some!" Martin had no idea how prophetic his words would be.
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His first sensation was of heat. Glorious heat. He stood just inside the door and let the rainwater drip from his hair and clothes as the dry, warmed interior air, redolent with the crisp smell of ink and fresh newsprint, assured him he'd made it into a h
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Within the woods, a joyful muffling from the summer camp, where the deaf children stay for the hottest months, bounces between tree trunks before bursting out onto the lake.
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Looking up, he saw a dark-colored SUV parked in the street next to the end of the driveway. He saw blue exhaust puffs dart from the tailpipe and merge immediately with the rain.
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“Can't get him to wake up. Babbling in the ambulance when they carried him to the ER. Now they can't get him to open his eyes. Out all weekend and today. Hasn't said a word.”
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The wind picked up your house, and laid it back down in a field a few minutes from Dorset
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There was this old guy named Ned. He swept floors. No one knew much about him. He'd been around for years sweeping the concrete floors of the hangar-sized buildings that housed the major mechanical service departments at an old amusement park.
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His father dipped his chin and peered over his glasses...A muted growl: “I daresay you don't know what the hell you're saying, boy.”
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Wisps of steam rising from the soggy earth into the chilled morning air fed a hovering fog that almost obscured the stubble of stumps and upended trees extending into the distance over a sloping elevation beyond his sight range.
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“You heard me, Burt. Before this is over I'm going to prove that Mr. Jackson was defending himself from thugs who worked for you. One of them, anyway. The other one still does.”
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28th date: everyone else runs for their lives, we toast each other during an avalanche.
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Word was they'd go out to the East End at the end of their shift, when they worked swings, to 'get a little target practice on the niggers', is how they put it.
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So it's me and two other girls...
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The white, legal-size envelope lay in the middle of Blow's desk. It was sealed and had his name written on it in artful cursive. He tore it open. The note was brief. Her name was Yolanda. She needed to speak to him “ASAP”.
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