But this time we weren't the only ones listening. The car behind us had a sad clown audience too, and they were all smiling just like we were.
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Alcohol: the sharp spur, kicking into his side. He wipes the sweat from his eyes with his cuffs.
Because of the flood, no one wanted the sunken treasure figurines Pesky’s had advertised on sale. He tried to shake me off his leg, but I was too strong.
Looking at the farm from afar, seeing all the spotted cows and the large red barn, any man of normal intelligence would think a dairy farm of those dimensions would require at least twenty hired hands. But they would be wrong.
The buildings were asleep. They weren’t thinking
like they do in the winter, looking down at you and almost smiling.
In the winter they want you to come in and get warm. In the summer
they hibernate. That’s what I hope at least. I hope that something
hasn’t died since last winter.
Fat chance of the warden showing up tonight, I’m thinking, as he throws me a knife. Then I see he’s got another knife.
Everything was so familiar it hurt.
I’d been watching a lot of porn starring
fat girls, which at first I thought was pretty sicko, but then I
started to think it was kind of intriguing, and really almost sexy.
She was just taking her liver and lungs for coffee. It was morning. She had to go.
On the train, riding to meet him, she looks at strangers and sees potential lovers: the boy with a faint trace of a hair-lip, staring out the window; the Indian man in the long red scarf who keeps glancing her way...
What is it with the fucking Tylenol P.M.? You have stock in the company?
Dad smiles, pats her hand, and moves his knees to one side. As Momo squeezes by him, clutching her kimono closed at the throat, he looks up at her with an expression of charitable tenderness.
Jane walked down the block slowly
carrying a Tupperware of dumplings in both hands. The dumplings
slid around sickly in the cold plastic, and Jane felt that her feet
were heavy. She should have worn different shoes.
See, Alyosha loves females, but only that they are females,
he rarely ever loves who they are, except if they make him laugh…
She doesn’t make him laugh, so he doesn’t care about
Me and Jimmy Two-Balls and Xerox were still in a line platoon and were deploying in four days -- four days and we'd be back in the desert; a different one, but desert all the same -- which is why I hadn't done such a great job setting up Norm's bachelor party.