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*** I was cursed with just enough muscle to be unable to earn big bucks going pro. Ten wasted years inside a daydream. Time ..

*** My lunch pail bangs against my leg as I pull open the door to the cafeteria and allow lig..

*** Blue is my favorite color. I like the zoo. The zoo is filled with blue. An orangutan blew out his brains. Too blue..

*** The superintendent of schools liveson a one-way street that leads to the high ground where consciences..

*** The day the duck died it was drizzling. I tasted it on my tongue. Feathers taste like water with life squee..

*** That can’t be a real child, he thought; it must be a marionette - human arms and legs don’t bend like that,..

*** Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, not the most eloquent of speakers sitting behind the back seat of my 1969 Chevrolet Camar..

Big thanks to Ken e Bujold for advice

*** There goes Jim Crow with Old Crowin hand, trying hard, shoving his pen and clipboard in front of everyone who enters the ta..

*** I bet that’s how Mary Shelley met her Frankenstein, while digging a toe into the sand beside the ocean, ..