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From: | Nita Myles |
Subject: | [Dotgnu-see-devel] Fwd: |
Date: | Fri, 22 Dec 2006 03:15:37 -0100 |
She tore the typewriter off the board and slammed it down on the mantel, lifting its weight of dead metal as he might have lifted an empty cardboard box.
When he let the coverlet fall into a smoking heap at the baseboard, there was a big smoking bald spot in the middle of the wall, but the paper was out. This was called neighboring, she told Paul, managing to invest a pleasant word with unsuspected depths of nuance: suspicion, contempt, bitter amusement.
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