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Recently a man in my town took up residence on the football field.

The features of the girl in the bathing suit suggest a mixed-race origin.

What would make a sane person want to watch such blood sport?

Far below, the right fielder circles and stares, mitt raised to the sky.

I understood that for us there would be no mourning the shortstop.

His looks were Russian. He was surrounded by mystery.

West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.

Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.

She regarded the world calmly without the filter of her suffering.

A sociopathic streak on my father’s side I try to put to good use.

I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.

How do you beat a man who refuses to rise from a puddle of his own blood.

Trump reminded me of the guys I grew up with on Long Island.

Your words will strike her heart like Saint Teresa’s flaming arrow.

My brother could Wichita wheelbarrow like I never could.

Men came over carrying lanterns and pulled away the chunks of ice.

Dogs electrocuted, set on fire. What buys the right to drown a dog?

Lori & Garry Marshall

I wouldn’t know what to do with the body, gills pumping like an accordion.

You’re supposed to hit is the bull’s-eye, that black spot, precise spot.

Her cheek was like a plum about to burst and you had to close your eyes.