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What I know now is that gallant young men rarely get pussy. Put it on a sampler and hang it in your kitchen.
Hang that in the louvre
I could do that on the upcoming spring break instead of going home to Maine for the week. Only I’d been planning to spend at least some of that week with Wendy. We might even get around to “it.” “Go for the interview,” Wendy said when I told her. She didn’t even hesitate. “It’ll be an adventure.”
Nah end it brodie
So was the old lady by the fortune-telling booth. Her neck was craned and she was shading her eyes. I waved to her. She didn’t wave back.
F wrong with her?
When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.
Ay faxxx
I saw a sheet of paper with a single typed line in print so small I had to lean close and stand on tiptoe in order to read it: Professor Nako now teaches at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well, why not? Why the fuck not?
Yeah why not
“I’ll miss having you around this summer,” my dad said. “I’ll miss you, too.” “Oh! Before I forget.” He reached into his breast pocket and brought out a check. “Be sure to open an account and deposit it first thing. Ask them to speed the clearance, if they can.” I looked at the amount: not the five hundred I’d asked for, but a thousand. “Dad, can you afford this?” “Yes. Mostly because you held onto your Commons job, and that saved me having to try and make up the difference. Think of it as a bonus.” I kissed his cheek, which was scratchy. He hadn’t shaved that morning. “Thanks.” “Kid, you’re
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W pops
could see from the way Erin (walking in the surf with her sneakers dangling from the fingers of her left hand) looked at him that she was charmed and fascinated. I envied Tom his ability to do that. He was heavyset and at least three doors down from handsome, but he was energetic and possessed of the gift of gab I sadly lacked.
Yo they HAD to nerf my boy Tom
I line-danced in the Wiggle-Waggle Village with the other members of Team Beagle to “Bird Dance Beat,” “Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight,”
The classics
I put my left foot in; I put my left foot out; I put my left foot in and I shook it all about. I did the Hokey Pokey and I turned myself around, because—as almost every little kid in America knows—that’s what it’s all about.
W hokey pokey
In the spring of 1992, Tom was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He was dead six months later. When he called and told me he was sick, his usual ratchetjaw delivery slowed by the wrecking ball swinging back and forth in his head, I was stunned and depressed, the way almost anyone would be, I suppose, when he hears that a guy who should be in the very prime of life is instead approaching the finish line. You want to ask how a thing like that can be fair. Weren’t there supposed to be a few more good things for Tom, like a couple of grandchildren and maybe that long-dreamed-of vacation in Maui?
Damnnn.. Fs in the chat for tom man that sucks
He shrugged his assent. Erin gave him a quizzical look, then ran to get the drinks. I glanced at Tom, but he was watching the Rocket go around and around. Or maybe looking through it.
Hmmm what did he see...
“Linda Gray.” “Laurie, Larkin, Linda, whatever. What was she wearing? Was it a full skirt—a long one, down to her shins—and a sleeveless blouse?” I looked at him closely. We both did, initially thinking it was just another Tom Kennedy goof. Only he didn’t look like he was goofing. Now that I really examined him, what he looked like was scared half to death.
Here we gooo
Every day at ten, this young woman would come in and get four or five coffees, then take them back to the real estate office next door. I couldn’t tell you the first time I saw her, either. All I know is that one day I saw her, and realized that she sometimes glanced at me as she went out. The day came when I returned that glance, and when she smiled, I did, too. Eight months later we were married.
Uhh okay .. Fairs.. Natural aura
“This place gets kind of lonely this time of year.” “I like it,” I said, and I did. That was my year to embrace loneliness. I sometimes went to the movies in Lumberton or Myrtle Beach with Mrs. Shoplaw and Tina Ackerley, the librarian with the goo-goo-googly eyes, but I spent most evenings in my room, re-reading The Lord of the Rings and writing letters to Erin, Tom, and my dad.
Based
The lights stayed on.
P****
I got a good seal, though, pinched his nostrils shut, and breathed down his throat. I did that five or six times before he started breathing on his own again. I stopped the compressions to see what would happen, and he kept going. Hell must have been full that day, that’s all I can figure.
What a bar
This time I was all the way out the door before he spoke again. “You shoulda let me die, kiddo.” He said it without melodrama, just as a passing observation. “I coulda been with my little girl.”
Damnnnn i felt that in my chest
“We’re going for her. She’ll know when we get there.” He sounded eerily sure of himself. “And it’s for you, Dev. But mostly it’s for the girl. She’s been there too long. She wants to leave.”
Huuuh
“I don’t know, but I think she’s why I came. Did I tell you it’s not white?”
Whats not white dammit
but Claudine hadn’t said anything about a new boyfriend.” “Or who she was going to the movies with that night? Not even to her parents?” Erin gave me a patient look. “She was twenty-three, Dev, not fourteen. She lived all the way across town from her parents. Worked in a drugstore and had a little apartment above it.”
Chat r u thinking what im thinking
When Annie told Mike he’d had enough, the kid didn’t object. He was exhausted. As Lane helped him into his wheelchair, Mike held out a hand, palm up. “Slap me five if you’re still alive.” Grinning, Lane slapped him five. “Come back anytime, Mike.”
W 10 year old man jeez
his rhyming patter, winning smile, and cocked derby lid. Why, all the women loved Lane Hardy.
Chat i need to sleep.. But now i cant
“Aside from saying he’d come to Chicago and wash your cars for life, if you wanted?” She laughed, but my father had actually said that.
Lmaoo
As we drove to the airport, Mike leaned forward from the back seat and said, “You want to know something funny, Dev? He never once called you by name. He just called you the kiddo. I guess he figured I’d know who he meant.” I guessed so, too. Eddie fucking Parks.
Wow. See how the world works man
