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to the dressing table and couldn't distinguish the powder container from the morass of fancy ... I looked back at her, my hands reaching and fumbling over things on the dressing table. "What are ... them as she searched the dressing table for the container of powder. Not finding it there, she sat back ...
pretend he’s a fireman. So we dress up together as firefighters and put out fires, rescue people stranded ... emergency team and requests backup. When he and I are tucked inside his cardboard playhouse, which is now ...
back to dress. Cobb and Fred had agreed on cardboard armor and shields, and brooms for lances. ... question," said Fred. He was gluing the last touches of silver wrapping paper to his cardboard armor. ...
dressed up and wearing the bustier you liked, barely showing where my blouse was unbuttoned. And yes, ... The mistake I made was speak­ ing-I should have stayed silent, dressed, left. I would have liked to ... sets with a cardboard box of CDs tied around their necks. No one buys them but me. I own seven or eight ...
dressed like this. After he loosened his grip, I suggested that he put on a pair of sunglasses-his ... of perversion. I also heard that once my young uncle hung four pieces of cardboard on his body and ... squatted on the street pretending to be a mailbox; the Japanese guy, dressed as a postman, went to do the ...
a maroon dressing gown, the Knave a red turtleneck sweater, and the Queen a black bathing suit. (p, 216) ... cardboard figures, a world where things predominate. We are even told King, Queen, Knave is a kind of ...
1916, in Zurich, Hugo Ball dressed himself in a bizarre cardboard costume-variously described as the ...
Kathryn Watterson
at the beat-up frying pan. The newer things remained unpacked in his cardboard box-his extra towel, ... Saturday, June 1, 2002 Fiction Work Issue 113 Print Share Tweet ...
Summer 2003
and cardboard trees beneath a foil moon That fails to illuminate the scene. If you believed in me-if ... tricks I Use to keep the world at bay, to keep alive The fiction of the soul as self-contained. Yet even ...
David H. Lynn
SACK OF A MAN WAS WAGGLING A STRIP OF CARDBOARD with her name on it as passengers wearily surged ... June 1, 2002 Fiction Work Issue 113 Print Share Tweet ...

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