
My first memory is of orderly rows of human skulls placed on glass shelves.
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Meanwhile, I’m checking out Coyote. Seriously, the dude’s not even trying to hide. To me, he looks like an actual dog dressed in an Armani suit.
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River Street’s never hard to find; in fact, you’re likely to stumble into it while looking for somewhere else entirely.
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When Amelia turned fourteen, everyone assured her that she’d find her fairy soon.
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Monday. “Pisces. You started showing your hidden skills and people are noticing! Accept the changes that are coming.”
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I watched my love die in the claw of a Scorpion Man.
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When he learn he couldn’t have one, he did find a child in the water.
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Have you lost me yet? The trick question, as if I am something to be found and kept, locked in your chest of bones.
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First it’s in my toes, like they’re being suckled on by a mouth full of battery acid; then my feet buzz, pins and needles in my soles before a bigger, more insistent spasm shoots up my calves.
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