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my knees, but then its weight would spread my legs and the book would close itself and slip to the ... floor. And I'd lie on my belly and rest my head on the scaffold of my hands and read. When my ... elbows would begin to ache, I'd recline my cheek on the thicker half of the book, incline the ...
begun to weary me of late, and if only to allay the tedium by the sound of my own voice, I was about to ... give an account of my recent visit to the town of M__, which, uncharacteristically, I had thus far ... spoken of to no one. But I found myself reluctant, and when my guests had left, their mood somewhat ...
coffee a day to reduce my chances of getting type 11 diabetes. 1 usually have one cup in the morning. ... Today 1 am staring into a possible second cup, so 1 do not see my husband's expression when ... I tell him about the darkness and the curtain. In my dream the lights are out in New York City. They are ...
Philadelphia to arrive so I could move into my new apartment. Like a lot of people I was nervous without my ... belongings. Without my possessions I felt somewhat disoriented. It had been a long flight to St. Louis, made ... drably monolithic mid-level hotels (this done to save money because I was starting to exhaust what my ...
Richard Burgin
movers from Philadelphia to arrive so I could move into my new apartment. Like a lot of people I was ... nervous without my belongings. Without my possessions I felt somewhat disoriented. It had been a long ... starting to exhaust what my company was allowing me)—tired and hungry and with the vague beginnings of ...
Lynn Sharon Schwartz
sound of my own voice, I was about to give an account of my recent visit to the town of M__, which, ... uncharacteristically, I had thus far spoken of to no one. But I found myself reluctant, and when my guests had left, ... their mood somewhat dampened by my diffidence, I wondered why. It wouldn't make a good story, ...
Vladimir Voinovich
came at me in waves from my left, someone's quiet breathing was in sync with it from my right. ... it. I shifted my gaze to the left: the light of streetlamps filtered through the half-open window. ... window was the sea). I shifted my gaze to the right and saw lying next to me, breathing hard in sleep, ...
They swallowed some water, but they were alive. Yet, if my little brother had been with them--only one ... man and two girls who didn't swim very well-what then? My mother had gone running pell-mell ... to stop him because she believed in my ability to predict future events. When I was very young, and ...
hurrying to school. We make the world appear insubstan­ tial, a crust. But in my dreams everything was calm ... inescapably real, and one house in particular-I am approaching it now. My heart begins to pound absurdly ... because I am approaching it. I think that I could turn off, cut through an alley, but my feet hurry me ...
up my spine. It moves up to my jaw. It is like a column of mercury, of lead! My gaze falls away from ... everything is rigid in me and my heart is hammering like mad. Be calm. Calm. No one is watching. And so ... a basement. All that to imagine, an entire basement! My mind boggles at the thought of it. I walk on... keep ...

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