Thunder sounded, very near, and the child woke.
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I call our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are privileged to live in Space.
A squat gray building of only thirty-four stories.
Her first name was India-she was never able to get used to it.
When Matussem Ramoud opened his eyes each morning, his wife would still not be there.
The house in which the fourteen sisters of Emilio Montez O'brien lived, radiated femininity.
The night before I left my mother, I wrote a letter.
Six people were thinking of Rosemary Barton who had died nearly a year ago..
Although I'm afraid I don't get too many clients these days!
Twelve years after Robin's death, no one knew any more about how he had ended up hanged from a tree in his own yard than they had on the day it happened.
All right, don't scoff, mock or disbelieve: we live in mortal fear of not-quite-twins.
The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us.
Amy called the whale punkin.
When my nose finally stops bleeding and I've disposed of the bloody paper towels, Teddy Barnes insists on driving me home in his ancient Honda Civic, a car that refuses to die and that Teddy, cheap as he is, refuses to trade in.
I remember hating having to cross over the Broadway Bridge again, having to leave the peninsula neighborhood and go back to my apartment in downtown Boston.
Die Stunde, in der das Mädchen ohne Namen seine Geschichte verlor, war die letzte des Tages.
I should probably start with the blood.
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It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.
There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.
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At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring.
From above, start with the privileged view.
In the twenty-one years I lived with my mother, we moved at least twenty times.
I never believed in dharma. Karma, reincarnation, or any of that spiritual crap, which caused sort of a problem growing up because my parents are devout Hindus.
It' her life, and she' in the middle of it.
All through that winter and into the spring, when our Tuesday and Thursday-night dinner shifts were done, Matt and I would sit at the long table near the salad bar and plan his end-of-the-year party, our voices echoing importantly in the cavernous wood-panelled dining hall.
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