then the sun's light
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then the sun's light reflected from the windshield, conspiring to blind me
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The pebbled glass door is lettered in flaked black paint: "Phillip Marlowe”
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Bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and razor lay crossed.
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Not so long ago, a monster came to the small town of Castle Rock.
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Heaving to and fro the broaching seas did help throw the boxed lunch over.
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It is spring, a moonless night in the small town, starless, and bible-black.
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of course the bather testing the sea like a ballerina is you
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I wasn't doing any work that day, just catching up on my foot-dangling.
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pale blue eyes, belfast accent, brow furrowed genealogically.
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Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Edmund, Susan, and Lucy.
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poised and precious at a fifth floor window
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poised and precious at a fifth floor window hoping that the fall won't hurt
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Waiting for the axe to fall
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Waiting for the axe to fall, the court jester told his last dirty joke
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