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She stands up in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance.
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Here is an account of a few years in the life of Quoyle, born in Brooklyn and raised in a shuffle of dreary upstate towns.
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I've been called Bone all my life, but my name's Ruth Anne.
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May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month.
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Its freezing - an extraordinary 0 Fahrenfeit - and its snowing, and in the language that is no longer mine, the snow is qanik - big, almost weightless crystals falling in clumps and covering the ground with a layer of pulverized white frost.
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I was driving a Lexus through a rustling wind.
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The sweat wis lashing oafay Sick Boy; he is trembling.
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At sixty miles an hour, you could pass our farm in a minute, on County Road 686, which ran due north into the T intersection at Cabot Street Road.
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As a child Trudi Montag thought everyone knew what went on inside of others.
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Dr. Iannis had enjoyed a satisfactory day in which none of his patients had died or got any worse.
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On the morning of August 8, 1965, Robert Kincaid locked the door to his small
two-room apartment on the third floor of a rambling house in Bellingham, Washington.
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Women on their own run in Alice's family.
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My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes.
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I did not realize for a long time that I was dead.
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Standing amid the tan, excited post-Christmas crowd at the Southwest Florida Regional
Airport, Rabbit Angstrom has a funny sudden feeling that what he has come to meet, what's
floating in unseen about to land, is not his son Nelson and daughter-in-law Pru and their
two children but something more ominous and intimately his: his own death, shaped
vaguely like an airplane.
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Right now I'm supposed to be all geeked up because I'm getting ready for a New Year's
Eve party that some guy named Lionel invited me to.
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Dying's not so bad. At least I won't have to answer the telephone.
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The accused man, Kabuo Miyamoto, sat proudly upright with a rigid grace, his palms
placed softly on the defendents table - the posture of a man who has detached himself
insofar as this is possible at his own trial.
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Should I have taken the false teeth?
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