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him. He most certainly did not whisper, “This is it, my friend.” The chauffeur walked around and opened ... mad to put real dogs on stage, but I’ll have my kennel manager give you a call on Monday.” Philip and ...
deal with my own damn laundry. You’re messing this all up.” Caro put her hands out in defeat and ... say was “I’m flunking out of school and I mismanaged my money and so can’t afford food, much less the ...
relevant, and that in that case, my friend, you’d better read the goddamn story. Dennis James Sweeney ...
teachers, her family, “This is what I want to do, what I want to devote my life to—a life in the theatre.” ...
us like dogs when we tried to thank them. My father died eating those words!” When she grew old ...
How’s about vanilla? Vanilla is my favorite, the girl says. And they take each other’s hands and start ...
selection button repeatedly.  “I’m dying,” Diane said. “But my lungs read fine, thanks for asking.” Emmy sat ... “Don’t be ridiculous.” Emmy shouted, “I am ridiculous! My whole life is like a bad joke.” She sank down. ...

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