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Broken Thumb
Broken Thumb   Things of my world, thwart, solid, chockablock, That I was wont lightly to wield and dandle, Now, button-bungler, fool of lid, latch, lock, Thumbfoundered, I must own you all too much to handle. With dexter maladroit sadly at outs, Unruly …
Japanese Fan
… do-devoted. And then: tonight, as I work on a face-block combination before the mirror that covers the west wall of … competition, a Chinese medical chart of the body’s vital points. Over the bed, framed in cheap bamboo, hangs a wood … shuffle through the tapes. Copies made by him or his buddies are mostly labeled with handwritten characters. But …
At the Museum
… If the Mayor thought that, he’s got another thought coming. Louise sat down at the dressing table, leaned up to … seat, tossing his keys in the air. A moment later the diesel engine roared and the Mercedes leapt forward just as … and terrace. A crowd had already gathered on the terrace: ladies in long dresses and men in dinner jackets, laughing, …
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We Don’t Deserve This
… me; they behold only themselves.  Never once have I been complimented on the way my glinting veneer catches the … goes now. And don’t expect me to take you back if someone points out during your dissertation defense that you were … I could become a group text and organize a picnic for you ladies, rather than keep vibrating my way through this …
Madame De Warens
… her in any clear light, while it is certain that at some points, intentionally as well as unintentionally, she misled … second of three children and the only survivor. Her mother died in childbirth when Franchise was still an infant, and … capital, became more severe than ever. In the spring of 1726 she realised that the crash was approaching. Her pride …
Living Without It
… doughballs for the carp, some of them big enough, so my companion Larry said, to swallow old Jonah, which I told … of telling, Mrs. Heath an elderly woman whose husband had died many years ago, and who taught only boys because she … on living without it, my father meanwhile at regular intervals lying beneath the Model-T, asking always, or so …
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