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Forty-five minutes ago Gennady had been flying through the air, too, and not in any figurative sense.
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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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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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I stopped when I found the first road-kill, a possum, and picked it up by the tail and slung it in the back seat. Further along there was a pigeon, its feathers a squawk of red on the pavement. This too I placed in the back seat. I thought I might ask th
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“Follow me,” he said. “They’re on the other side of the island. There’s nothing on this side. People—normal people—don’t live around here.”
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Something had woken me, but I wasn’t sure what—all I knew was that I had been pulled from sleep by something loud and sudden, and now I was lying awake, alert and unsettled, in the otherwise silent room.
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My voice sounded as empty and useless as I’d felt the night before, seeing her, bloody and battered, in the bathroom across the hall from my room.
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I picked my way down one of the stone staircases, where the broken stone urns wept weeds and shreds of bird’s nests onto the landings...
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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Saving your life,” said the man. “Probably.”
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There, just below my knee, was a dark brown leech, fat as a battery, with a cuff of blood seeping out from its burrowing head.
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