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God, he really was in pain.

Ringo replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

There were too many things to keep track of.

“How?” Bowie asked.

Chad scowled. “Of course she would.” After sucking in a deep breath, he sighed. “At least I’ll be able to hear my daughter’s voice again.”

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Chad scowled. “Of course she would.” After sucking in a deep breath, he sighed. “At least I’ll be able to hear my daughter’s voice again.”

Her untouched food has been pushed to the other side of the table and her face is now nestled in her folded arms.

You’re just dormant.

“Then we better turn it on.” Mr. Thomas flicked a switch on the translator.

It wouldn’t mean anything to me on Earth, but here it felt like the Ventriloquist’s fingerprints were all over it.

"I made tarte tatin."

The remnants of a lifeless liaison linger on the page.

last line on the last page ...

It was the strangest place and time to do a self-analysis and write a book.

About half way through what will be chapter two / novel two ...

Betty’s lounge is a throwback to those 1970’s roadside diners, complete with orange glass ashtrays and avocado vinyl upholstery.

Last line in what is shaping up to be chapter 5 ... Novel 3

‘Her name was Kristy. Kristy Perkins. The best sister anyone could ever have … ‘

Last line in what will be chapter 7 ... Novel 4

‘Let’s take breakfast. My stomach’s grumbling in intermediate French.’

Just Jeremy said:

I told him if I wanted to look at something pitiful all day, I would've bought a bulldog.

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This is so true. Very funny!

GoSpeed said:

Rhonda shook her head. “That’s pretty dark, even for you. I hope that doesn’t happen. Dying sucks. Three times is more than enough for me.”

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This is pretty intriquing. Wish there were more.

She was about to peer at the price tag when Leif shouted, “Sticky toddler coming in hot”.

I didn’t really want to test my luck again, so I apologized and sat back down.

“What was the scream?” asked the dog, Peanut, his voice deep like always. “Are you okay, Holly?”

If they had been Class B then she could have caught them like she did the Class B snakes at the nursery.

I sucked in breath to poison the butterflies in my stomach and pushed the doors open.

Over time the lies have cushioned my fingertips to the point where it doesn’t hurt them anymore.

DO MORE NOT LESS. STRIVE FORWARD, NOT STRESS.

Graham hung his head. “You’re right. Snakes--” A twinkle formed in his eyes. “--bring them to the underwater exhibit.”