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She felt like every cell in her body was vomiting, like everyone in the coffee shop was talking about what a failure she had become, like her lungs were filled with charcoal dust and blood.
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Snow was melting in buckets and rivulets carried water over winter-beaten brick, concrete, and asphalt. Walking down the glistening sidewalk with his girl next to him, Alex felt as if he had emerged into a world flushed by some momentous change: a victory
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A tremor ran through her and then a fizz, like circuits misfiring in her brain: Zssst. Pop. Crack. Things flashed in blue and red and yellow on the inside of her eyelids, but when she opened her eyes, Alex's bedroom was still dark
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Mo comforted himself with the thought he was dead—that he had actually died last night and everything since Min went to get him a Fanta was some kind of “Occurrence at Owl Creek” thing:
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Mom was standing under the small archway between the kitchen and the living room, holding a mug of coffee in her hand. Since the chemo, her skin seemed to have evaporated, the blue and green of her veins were vivid through the cellophane of her skin.
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Min’s skin was still so hot, goose-bumpled and engorged with blood, and as sensitive to touch as the tip of her tongue
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She silently brought her awareness into her feet to stay grounded in her body in case of the worst and pushed through the door. Vostok’s was blessedly Liam-less.
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"You seem like a very nice avocado, but I really don’t think I am supposed to mate with you.”
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His fantasies had been failing for months now, and tonight the stench of booze was too strong. It brought him back down to the world of cocktails and cockroaches, of floss and Rolaids, of Prozac, athlete’s foot, and bright orange cheese. He had no powers
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No, not forgiveness. Forgiveness just seemed irrelevant.
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He placed himself in his semi lotus position, and his mind leapt and crackled violently like the split electrical wires do in movies about earthquakes.
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Now, eons later whenever we see a plastic bag, which looks so like our ancient aquatic ally, we still have that vestigial impulse to squish our head into it.
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