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She was always threatening rain; he had been born with an umbrella in his hand.
When an engineer encounters his destiny or doom, it always takes the form of a puzzle.
the sound of his Philadelphia vowels at the back of his nose like a head cold.
He closed his eyes so that he would not have to see his breakdown witnessed by a world that had the strength to make him cry.
Mr. Casamonaca nodded genially and made a looping benedictory gesture in the air, just in front of his face, more ornate than a cross, as if he were a priest in a sect whose symbol was the holy coat hanger of God.
