"My God!" gasped Richard, his head wagging jerkily as Holden, now tearing toward the geta ...
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what a triple or quadruple blind would get you! In my mind's eye, I can see a blind folded ...
the back, or off a bit by herself, humming a tune she made up as she went. She called the tune My ... landed skidding, and kept going. And all this skin on my leg got ripped clear off—it was—you ever seen ... she’d been so close, for a few hours it was as though they’d shared one mind, two eyes. My red star, it ...
your listing from me. And maybe my job.” She sat up as well, casting a shadow against her towel. “Stop ... in Turkish. “Get off my towel,” grumbled Julian. The boy looked down, a smile on his brown face, ... drinks. She looks at her hands. “I met him in my twenties,” she volunteers. “We worked in the same ...
eyes. “I don’t, I don’t dress different from other women my age, American women or Chinese women!” ... science fiction shelf. “The one in striped shirt,” she whispers, “gray hair, young face, maybe my age, ... someone’s following my wife,” Allen says after they back away from the shelves to the stair landing. “What ...
the title poem, one as lovely and loaded as Emily Dickinson’s: The pull of guns I understand, my ...
a good calf to my leg.' " In an age that judged men by the sumptuousness of their ...
"I would sell my U.S. citizenship for two bits right now," Michael muttered again. ...
as much as anything else, "Boy, take care of my little Salina." Salina ...
