“He ate food for lunch and stringy little runts for snacks.”

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“She was old–not ancient old, but bone creaking old. The wrinkles on her face could have subbed for the ancient dry riverbeds on an alien planet. Death didn’t have to stalk her. She sat and welcomed it with milk and cookies.”

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“He was bamboozled among the tall vegetation. His conniving and trickery, were for nil.”

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“He was dope in the original sense of the word.”

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“Life isn’t all squash blossoms and kumquats.”

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“He wasn’t the shy type. Nor was he the aggressive type. He was the kind of person women and dogs found interesting in an off-putting way.”

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“He loved to take baths. He loved taking things that didn’t belong to him.”

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“He was like cilantro. Not everyone liked him.”

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“His heart struggled to burst out of his chest. Horror filled his mind. He had walked into the house alone—The House of Food.”

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“The cost of tea is steep.”

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