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When a tumor is removed, you’re left with a scar. And the best time to scratch it seems to be at night.
I’d go for a deal like that anytime, even if the price of stamps soars and the price of smiles plummets.
There he was, Oshri Sivan, insurance agent,
her beauty was the fragile kind that comes with youth, the kind whose expiration date was coming up very, very soon.
A pencil mustache rested not quite naturally above his open mouth, as if his upper lip were embarrassed about something and had decided to wear a toupee.
That’s something she’s good at—looking horrified.
Making him feel at any given moment that he’s an abusive father or a lousy husband or just a shitty human being.
My wife’s tongue is smooth and pleasant. Her tongue is the best place to be in the whole wide world. If it were only a little bit wider and a little bit longer, I’d move in for good.
The ones who invented the Internet were geniuses and probably believed they were advancing humanity, but in the end, instead of people using all that ingenuity to do research and gain knowledge, they use it to harass some poor guy who sat next to them in the fourth grade.
