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Moneyexpand_moreThe interrogator was both man and deity, prophet and god.
We backed up and I kept ripping it at his face, trying to knock his teeth out.
Living as the last artist in Manhattan: it’s the ultimate test of commitment.
Even if he lost her he would never disparage her, never not love her.
Now, with new orders to carry out, he’d been restored to factory settings.
Clark and Robertson got a reset, and Tuyen would get a baby. But Mikey?
L’chaim. To lives both bygone and ongoing, and to the truths I choose to believe.
It was on a mid-June morning that the stranger first called.
Marriage changes passion. Suddenly you’re in bed with
a relative.
He handed us sticks of dynamite, rolled in wax paper like taffy.
She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.
Ron Carlson
He only told the world what the world wanted to hear from a guy who graduated from Harvard.
Six other guests smoked Marlboro Lights, and ashtrays filled up.
Kitty reached the age of twenty-five and was still unmarried.
“Nothing does you so much harm as being in disgrace for lying.”
“I hope the scumbag rots in jail,” he yelled into the quiet night.
One felt all the poor lady’s barriers were falling save her manner.
He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral. Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.
It almost makes you cry, to know that you are no longer needed.
We talked. She was the same inside as I am, from the same kind.
It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.
Ma didn’t believe in slapping. It was what common people did.
My friend Angela, who is also my roommate, got me into stripping.
His looks were Russian. He was surrounded by mystery.
If mine, then, is a religious Offence, leave it to religious Punishments.
For a month after 9/11 Bella wept through all her appointments.
“I—I am Martin Eden,” Martin began. (“And I want my five dollars.")
We were young and lived wild lives in the delightful city of our sojourn.
These adventures taught me that writers are flawed human beings.
