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Things were beginning to happen.
She already was what she wanted to be.
There was nothing left there now.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
They did not talk, either of them.
Neither of them said anything.
She would not make any mistakes this time.
Oh, I know.
I am well rested. I am happy.
Sorry. Nice running into you, now I must be going.
Bad job. Time to quit, I think.
I’m afraid I don’t have much to tell you.
I was just in the right place at the right time.
Use your imagination.
I’m confused. What do you want me to do?
Oh, don’t worry about me. My back’s feeling miles better.
You’re too young to have a bad back.
The silence stretches.
I rely on you and you rely on me.
But who’s going to want to use this? It’s unpredictable.
So you’re a fish out of water.
Lots of things work against gravity, but gravity always wins in the end.
You want the whole story?
But tell us why you think you ended up here.
Tell us why you’re here.
There are no right or wrong things.
He knew that guy from somewhere.
OK, OK. I get it. I won’t worry.
Don’t worry about a thing.
I am an axe. Hit things with me.
Gone Fishin’
I’m just trying to get to know you.
Don’t try to get under my skin, OK?
Too smart is too restless and no happiness, ever.
I was too smart for my own good.
It’s not like the tension goes away — it just get boring.
Not sure who’s leaving who at this point.
You haven’t been here long, huh?
Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like hell.
What is the theme of this story?
A whole world of foreignness upon the horizon.
So please come out when it’s summer and we will live by the sea.
Time flies like an arrow and accelerates as we age.
She believes she may close her eyes and take a deep breath.
People carry the storms of the things they once did.
I suppose you’re probably hungry as well.
The most outlandish of all are the spiritualists.
It’s only you and me now.
Wind plays in the trees’ bony upper boughs.
There can’t be a patch of earth that has not had someone’s boot put upon it.
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