His large mouth sloshed around, trying to get teethly purchase into the grease-filled slab as two pieces of fried onion with a dab of ketchup hit his shirt and cascaded downwards, landing around his pants' zipper.

The road along the slope of the mountain was so pretty, among myrtles, begonias, and paullinias;

I rarely had birthday parties, so I leached onto other people's parties, especially Alize's. Alize's birthday is perfect because it is at the beginning of June. We were still in school, but it was close enough to summer that you could have a good party […]

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