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“If Sir would observe, the storm welt, a shoe for the big occasion, a shoe that will guide sir through the dismal passages, a shoe that will roar in the face of adversity and …”
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“Monetising the mecosystem” Theobald blathered, “extend the value proposition, core competencies create cash rich commitment free conurbations…partnership models proliferate non essential services spawning new opportunity…” Peregrine tried to
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Sawyer walked toward the lone house with the sentinel trees.
Behind him there were no tracks in the snow.
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The first burned slowly in the distance. I built a small fire to keep warm. Snow covered the area as far as the eye could see. The sun burned bright in the sky above and the mountains disappeared onto the horizon. My gear had some wear and tear from t
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It had begun with an observation — simple, but devastating if it held any truth.
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People crawling up out of the chimney, then onto the roof, then sliding down it and off over the edge disappearing from view.
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Would a chickenshit leave her like I did yesterday?
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The rustling of the dry leaves when he moved even slightly sounded like thunder to him, and he was sure if any of the other kids from the neighborhood got too close, it was the noise that would end up giving him away.
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Harold often said he based his diet on “the four basic food groups: fat, sugar, salt, an’ alcohol.” As a result, his weight, blood pressure, and cholesterol remained dangerously high—high enough, she mused, to explain sudden death.
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So, before he could brew with the crew, God decided to make one last trip to Earth, drawn by nostalgia and the prospect of watching a football World Cup from the stands. That is where He met Mini.
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In a small café in a stone building in a row of stone buildings, Marie was alone besides the barista.
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...dogs snapping at the brush as it spins this way, that way, eluding the slavering jaws by a hairs breadth. The fox twists and rolls, tries every trick, every last desperate one.
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In 1958 the Pope declared Saint Claire the patron saint of television. Don’t ask me why.
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The city had a way of going silent. Not a nervous silence, but a quiet silence. The sky was dark, yet everything was colored in a yellow hue cast by the arched streetlights. Buildings, parked vehicles, walls, pavement. Cars and scooters and ambulances and police cars…
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She wanted to have an eating disorder, but she liked food too much to stop eating it and hated the taste of vomit mixed with tooth paste.
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