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"I need the space above me," she said. "I need the feeling of windows and light, and the candles and flowers remind me what I'm supposed to be doing. I like to fill the spaces above the pews with my voice, I like to surround everyone listening."
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Now my sister's husband Matt is a Yankee, which I have never held against him one bit. And one of the first and foremost topics that Yankees know about is snow.
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1968 was quite a year in history, violent in many aspects. James Earl Ray murdered Martin Luther King Jr. Sirhan Sirhan murdered Bobby Kennedy. Everyone, including every little kid with access to Daddy’s morning newspaper saw the picture of General Ngu
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She was standing alone near a corner in the newly chilled evening air. The headlights illuminated everything about her: the purple dress, the gold chain on her waist, her shoes. She leaned down to the window I'd opened, her face framed in the sudden light
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The headlines were my source of information and contact. Four Soldiers Killed in Baghdad read one. Seven Ambushed in Fallujah. I’d read them, look for his name, and maybe clip it out. It put me there; put me in touch with him.
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I would be the mortal to hand justice to God. It wouldn’t come in the form of steel from a blade or by gun powder of a revolver, but by my disbelief...
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"...Funny thing, though."
"What's that?"
"A sticker she saw on the shooter's car. Big one on the back bumper. Said 'Jesus loves you.' ..."
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The temperature would drop rapidly once the sun hit the horizon. I had about an hour before this would happen. I stood and put on my coat. The fire had gone out. There was no smoke...
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The bullet split her head in half before she could finish her sentence. Her blood sprayed out onto my face and covered my lips. The taste of life as it suddenly ended.
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Her picture popped up near the name. I was a little relieved. The photo was black and white, like you'd see on the back of a musical program. She'd shrunk her publicity still.
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"But is it politically correct?" he asked. "Oh, yes," said Hank. "It's all the rage."
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The screams snapped Akane out of her thoughts. She looked up and there was a dragon, all alone. It flapped its bat like wings, stationary in the sky.
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There are times when she is heavy and times when she is light.
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My gaze could have gutted any man. Any man, but John Marcy. History would write that John Marcy was a traitor to his country. Public enemy number one in the state of New York. When that probably couldn’t be farther from the truth.
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