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We spent the night going from bar to bar. Wherever we went, Miles took Polaroid pictures of whoever was in front of us; a well-dressed middle-aged woman with wild eyes and a tough shiny nose; a sleek redhead in a T-shirt with a hairy grinning rat on it; a very blond man in a black shirt and thick b…

carried his bald head the way a certain kind of truculent person carries his butt

“You made choices,” my mother said to my father. “If you’re not happy with your life, you can choose to make it different. That’s what I did. I chose to come back to you, and I can choose differently.”

A Jazz Age band was on loud and jumping The TV was on, too, and Sara was hunched up in front o…

Her voice was so unctuous that for a second I thought she was affecting it to mock him. Then I saw her false, pleading smile.

I crossed the room, borrowed raiment flowing