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Three A few months later, queuing for cinema tickets with her new boyfriend, she sees him. He's walking down the street — headphones on, eyes down, hands in pockets. She holds her breath until she stops shaking. By then, she'd already decided not to tell. …
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1. Think up problems that don’t exist
2. Realize, suddenly, that they don’t exist
3. Elation
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Juan’s tío, Richard, who works for the city and is the kind of Mexican who thinks he isn’t, took care of the lawyer. Juan checks himself in the mirror, didn’t know how good dressing fancy would feel.
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The old man had always known things, was feared and revered up and down the valley for knowing things. I’d heard the stories since the day I was born.
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Bobby raises his wine glass in a toast, I raise mine in return, and we touch them lightly to each other, oh so lightly, as if we are afraid the glass will shatter.
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I flew to San Francisco from Dallas and got to the point as soon as I entered Bobby's gloomy studio apartment in the Mission.
"So. Where do you keep the bodies?" I asked, slapping Bobby on the back and smiling huge.
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O’Malley imagined the blissful, narcotic innocence of Toby’s world where soft-shell crabs crawled into people’s mouths and hummed a happy tune as they were chewed and swallowed.
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She buried her secrets in a bowl of brownie mix....
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I've come three thousand miles to watch my father die.
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"How did you know he was a nobody if you didn't look at him, eh? Did you raise your eyes and look him in the face? Are you my wife or a whore?"
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She got a whiff of something unpleasant. It wasn’t the food. More like very gamey body odor. An unwashed bottom. His dirty derriere. The odor traveled up through Chester’s clothes and made her choke. She gagged but didn’t comment because that would only make him more proud.
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I've brought the things she asked for. Traveling with a live chicken on a city bus is an experience I hope never to repeat. Snake Eyes takes the bottle of rum, the cigars and the chicken into the back room.
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My back's against the wall as I watch other travelers scattered throughout the terminal. Mercury vapor lamps bathe everything in a pale yellow pallor like an Edward Hopper painting and sounds echo off stone and steel in this cavernous space. I'm on a platform between tracks…
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For the next two hours, Ed goes nonchalantly about his business, buck naked the whole time. He putters around the house, writes e mails, waters plants, vacuums the rug and sweeps the porch. I pretend to ignore his nudity
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Dead folk don't wake up desperate for a wee, which reassured me somewhat, despite the fact I couldn't move, couldn't see and must've gone completely deaf, since I couldn't hear a thing. So, not dead. Just buried alive. In which case it hardly mattered…
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