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It was a rare stretch of South Florida interstate with a view that wasn’t savagely depressing.
calcareous
Contains calcium carbonate, chalky.
In a place like South Florida, such heart-bound faith in the justice system could best be described as quaint.
“This is a show of the shit variety,” one remarked. “He’s a pathogen,” sighed another.
“Don’t you get it? It doesn’t fucking matter whether he’s right or not. That’s the scary part.”
anhingas
A long-necked, long-tailed swimmer of southeastern swamps.
The fissures of his face put the hard years on raw display, the corrosive sorrow and anger.
Ryskamp chuckled. “I don’t give a flying fuckeroo if they do.”
The sitting President of the United States was a soulless imbecile who hated the outdoors but, in Angie’s view, at this point Teddy Roosevelt himself couldn’t turn the tide if he came back from the dead. All the treasured wilderness that had been sacrificed at the altar of growth was gone for all time. More disappeared every day; nothing ever changed except the speed of destruction, and only because there were fewer pristine pieces to sell off, carve up and pave.
The house band at Casa Bellicosa was The Collusionists, a versatile quintet unfazed by last-minute changes before major events.
After a certain number of threats, he no longer gave a flying fuckeroo.
‘The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.’
