In this place they could hear their tears when they hit the floor…
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Newton didn’t totally hate this place. He traipsed through the brome field with his fishing pole and tackle box. The grass stalks tickled his arms as the humid yellow haze lifted and the edges of the Kansas sky turned purple.
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“They put those little white markers out to show where the graves are.”
“I thought they slaughtered horses.”
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The process is transparent, time-honoured, tried-and-tested. That’s why it’s safe.
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Doña Anastasia walks with two men wearing suits along wooden planks in the drenching heat of Lago de Maracaibo. To each side, lines of small palafitos sit on stilts a meter and a half above the water.
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One summer, when I was nine, my father bought a used car. A battered red Volvo, from a friend-of-a-friend. The boxy kind with a deep, rectangular boot.
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The day Ishmail scavenged a pink fifty-rupee note from the municipal refuse vat, his mother was having one of her spells. Clutching her elbows, her threadbare saree wrapped loosely around herself, Rashida was weeping.
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A few weeks back, I decided I’d be nothing like my father. I was going to be less anxious. I would slow down. Live in the moment. That kind of thing.
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It is not a good day, I tell my therapist, who doesn't appear to be listening. I'm not sure he ever does. Behind the rimless glasses perched on his beaked nose, his eyes are always downcast. He questions, but never comments.
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“I can’t tell what’s a worse sight— his protruding bones or the keloids that have formed on his skin like the cracks in the asphalt. I know that Darryl can sense their gazes, but he’d been the one to pick Skins. He stands still for a moment and lets us stare as if to say, Look at what I’ve survived. Look at what I went through for all of you.”
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“On such nights, there was no life in the village. People did not sing and tell tales by the family fire. It was dark everywhere in the land.”
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“At the time of the robbery, her husband Mike could not refrain from pointing out that if she had listened to him and sold the bracelet when the price of gold went up, she would at least have a nice amount of money for it.”
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“Incense smoke interspersed with fluorescent lights produced a foggy glare that would have made Mui highly uncomfortable in her previous form. In her current form, she was unaffected.”
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