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She looked like she had just walked out of a small-town church, the picture-perfect grandmother.
His sticks grew bored of Frank’s tunes and insisted to let loose.
The mockery of tear here lines.
Neighbor, where is that cup of sugar you borrowed?
You wanted something different.
Mom says, your grandpa worked on some shark movie, and I’m, like, AMAZING!
We occupied the in-between place.
It says here you threatened your husband with a knife.
We’re cooking out tonight. Why don’t you join us?
You can hear the sound of fishing.
I was released into the world.
Cotton tassels dangle in the corners of a mind.
My AI partner scolds me for bad praxis.
He would never sell the Harmony.
We didn’t know anything about his past.
Her eyes blazed with her demons. “Burn in hell you scrawny boor!”