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“Here was the benefit of the metal box: I could spy on Buster’s Café and the used bookstore without giving myself away.”
“I could see all my weaknesses through their eyes.”
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“My thoughts turned cottony, my hands stuck hot to the wheel.”
“I knew that she had seen my motorcycle helmet.”
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“It was salty, dripping with thick saliva that did not strike me as icky, but somehow hard earned, like motor oil.”
“A man—probably the owner of the horse—asked me if I wanted to sit on the horse’s back.”
“Even with all that air on me, I still felt trapped.”