I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.
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She wants something red and shiny that always works.
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He folds on himself like a sheet kicked off the foot of a bed.
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No matter how hard I played, it was like I was performing inside a vacuum.
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Arrows shot by the halt at the lame, Opinions come and go just the same.
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Sister Barbara folded her arms like a forbearing husband.
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She pulls quickly on her cigarette and blows it at me through the phone.
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