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Small creatures, moon-shaped and pearly-white, burrow

Dick Armstrong ran a thick hand over his thinning hair. He'd

Elise shoves her gloved hands into her parka pockets to still their trembling and wavers at the bottom of the staircase

He watched her, wondering how long he could wait for her to speak.

I take the bus to Decor Patel's.

It was 1957 and the sailor built a plastic boat.

It was late in the afternoon when he entered the cafe. He

Cindy was sitting on the bus. Andy got on and slid in beside her

It must have been the crows that first discovered the pancake stretch of beach so concealed, it was like origami, creased under the coppice of black evergreen trees.

I've seen two things science can't explain.