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There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.
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The students usually didn’t look up to see who was serving them.
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Some people you come across you come to love. He was one of them.
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Each harbored a sense that a family of three was not a real family.
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More and more whiskey was required to knock out the elephant.
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When he got up in the morning the work was done ready to his hand.
Fiction
Here’s the part where you pledge devotion until death, I told myself.
Fiction
We looked at each other beneath a London sky, on a Zeppelin night.
Fiction
He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.
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This itchy voice, this desperate chant, that begs: okay. Okay.
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How did I ever survive? Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I died back there.
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“Go watch the showgirls, Roy,” said Chino. “It’s educational.”
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My country neither interested me nor inspired any sense of fealty.
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“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”
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I uttered words I will regret to my last breath, which is already near.
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“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.
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Half the women around here have a husband in some kind of fix.
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What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.
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It all started at Phillips Andover Academy when he was fourteen.
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There was a dry snap inside the door of the safe. “There it is.”
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“I know, I know, I shouldn’t have done it, but they had it coming.”
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I have not won yet, but I behave, I feel and think like a rich man.
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Why is a duel out of the question? Men are all cocks; they should fight.
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I instantly realised what losing would mean. My whole life was at stake.
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I’d chosen three hundred boys out of the best Israel had to offer.
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Until now the man had not really lived, but simply existed, to be sure.