954 0 0
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Even raw as she looked coming out of the jail, the woman left echoes.
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127942
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There existed within them the deeper perdition, of course, the perdition of culture, American culture, the 21st Century suburban version, made up of Strip Malls From Hell.
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129200
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"So, what do you do for fun around here? I mean, other than each other?" Carlo's smirk broke into full-fledged laughter; Yuri feigned shock. Iris leaned forward and breathed into Bronte's ear: "We misbehave."
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1900
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I feel watched by an unknowable jailer.
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900
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“We must never forget that we are children, and as children we dream, and when we dream, we dream of candy."
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1525105
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I never killed a cop before.
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7110
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“When you look at my wife, what do you see?”
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130375
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Traveling in half-lit fluorescence, she smiles up at me, pale and strained
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9653
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Not many of my friends want to be altar boys anymore. I know what you think; the Church has done a lot of wrong, but there are still good people working in it to help the needy, and change things from within.
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17851714
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The first time I see her, she is slouched in a tire swing, pushing off with one foot and dragging the other beneath a dying pecan tree that probably hasn't made a nut in 20 years.
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31000
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“Shweetheart, my childhood was like a candlelit dinner for two at Chuck E. Cheese’s—great promise surrounded by absurdity.”
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139954
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It made a satisfying ‘pop’ when Donnie’s nose crushed under my knuckle-scared right. I threw another to his jaw, and then a left into his gut. It had forced the air out and Donnie crumpled to the floor gasping, half sitting, gurgling through his nose.
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132974
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The investigator starts by accumulating facts, as many facts as he can. He sifts through them with meticulous precision, leaving no leaf unturned, no page unread.
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2812
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The morning the Moon man's wife disappeared, Hazeldeen worked the front desk. Her least favorite duty at the resort. She preferred working the Tiki bar, even when the hitey titey British men with their big mustaches snapped their fingers at her.
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5233
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The morning the Moon man's wife disappeared, Hazeldeen worked the front desk. Her least favorite duty at the resort. She preferred working the Tiki bar, even when the hitey titey British men with their big mustaches snapped their fingers at her.
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