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I went out behind Parker's house and saw Darrell's tent set up in the grass. The flaps of the pup tent were open. I could see him through the mosquito netting. He had a Coleman lamp burning and lay on his back in his underwear on top of his sleeping bag.
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At 7:30 that evening my brother knocked on Parker's front door. When I went to let him in, sweat was running off Darrell's head like he'd been hit by a water balloon. The air was absolutely unmoving, and there was the smell of tar from the asphalt in th
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“Charlie was right about you, Nan,” she said in a voice of pure defeat. “You are a gentle spirit. And probably too good for people like us.”
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The icepick hovered near his chest as he absentmindedly....
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Chapter Two The tree trunk was wide across, perhaps three feet, and a good three feet tall. It sat in the middle of the small empty lot that was sandwiched between the connected rows of government duplexes and the back alley of the small u-shaped market, comprising of…
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Chapter Five He came out to the back, the hen in his left hand and the axe in his right, irritated the other one was taking so long to get the ice inside. He wiped his hands on his dingy lunghi, raising it up to wipe his sweating face, revealing his dangling genitals.…
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The weight of my heart dragged me in dangerous directions.
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When the girl came back home to bury her mother that summer, Roger knew there would be trouble. In some low-lying part of his brain, he had always dreaded the moment he would let himself fall. He'd tried to ignore the…
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That was some root beer float. It cost us a grand total of $275.
She pulls up in front of Fenton’s Ice Cream Parlor and leaves the motor running while I jump out and run into the parlor.
It was early evening. We HAD to have a root beer float. You
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Time moved sequentially, and all her time was accounted for...
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The tall, standing woman with bright red lipstick, elegant at one time, you could tell, responding, “She has dementia,” pointing at her brain. “She was a Holocaust survivor.”
And the one they’re talking about turns as she’s pushing her wal
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Maybe you should consider a few more things before embarking upon actual rescue, like: Is the victim hot? Not stove hot, idiot. Beauty hot. Will this be a triumph to save this person (like perhaps they are some Nobel laureate), or are you risking you
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Darrell looked at me, then down at himself. He was still in his wet underwear. "What is this?" he said, looking up again. "Where in the hell was I?" He shook his head. "It was weird, Philip. Boy, that was one wild dream."
"That was no d
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apparently, at about 2:30 or whenever the spirit moves him, my boss stands at the door to his office and shouts: “Fifty bucks for the next sale!”
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