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There is a story here. Perhaps just not the one you’re looking for.

My eyes are becoming black disks, he says.

The Christian Louboutins, first-class flights, the Botox, dinner at Del Frisco’s, lavish parties—I could go on and on—these are all part of the lifestyle you desire.

Brando’s name was shorthand for great acting.

Daddy liked to rev the engine to the beat of The House of the Rising Sun.

So you get to go to heaven for giving an American a taiyaki because America and Japan were once enemies? Is that right?

I don’t know what any of these people are thinking.

He tapped his pencil, passed me a note. It said you are the most fierce creature I have ever seen.

He had both the instruction letter and mailbox key in his trouser pocket and the blue enve­lope inside his jacket pocket. He hadn’t read so many Graham Greene novels for nothing.

Working with robots is a substitute for playing with dolls.

His mother gripped his hand. “You lost some of that part, Eddie, in your accident. It’s not your fault.”

I got to get us married.

Who was the girl behind the wheel of the old Dodge convertible leaking oil?

Christmas Eve is when everything is going to be all right.

She's living the dream.

She looked across the field of lights. It should have been a neighborhood by now.

I left the comfort of my family for you. They couldn’t stand that I was marrying a black man so they practically kicked me to the kerb.

What’s wrong with you? my wife asked. The light just seems a bit bright, that’s all.

Are you from corporate? You’re from corporate to spy on us aren’t you?

I was between a rock and an asshole like always.

Good fortune seemed to follow him.

Lurking in the mind of every American visitor to this country is fear.

Dad, why don’t we shoot back tennis balls? Maybe they will want to play with us.