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the lingering debris................"My
mission," Milton told me that evening
ancient struggles on vast plains ...........................as we unwrapped the Kentucky Fried chicken the sound of water......................each sitting at either end of an immense mahagony dining room table truncated dark days........."is to provide the necessary information black icy streets......to cleanse the environment bare trees.....of the lingering debris from my father's inventions." blood stains....................My mouth was full of chicken, and I was silent in response. brown grass on the hills..."I live almost entirely on Kentucky Fried Chicken when my wife is away," he said. the whimpering dogs.......... a flowered dress.............."Is she gone a lot?" I mumbled with my mouth full of chicken. rivers that flow too fast after heavy snows ................ a red front door................ sleep............................... background noise............ low flying planes............. in the playground the boys made fun of her.............. the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... cold cereal........................ working............................ making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... while Mary and Trevor looked on............. a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................
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