... accept this as if we've all become buddhas of mass production our brains rotting like teeth under the sweet unending bliss of false enlightenment and he tells me that maybe we used to be flint and we'd spark when struck by new ideas ...
He'd invited us over for an impromptu happy hour, and stood in the kitchen, slicing lemons. ... hadn't returned my call, even though all courses had since let out—I called our shared friend Leslie, who said he hadn't been 97 Visiting Hours.
She hadn't woken up at all during the visit. Alison just sat with her while Stephen told her the details. ... The surgery, which should have taken an hour, stretched to nearly five. She lost so much blood that they could barely get it ...
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A young Amish man looks for some excitement—and finds a terror he never expected .