Everything seemed like a metaphor, as if I was a teenager or a poet.
“I’m an undertaker. I lost a lady I buried.”
Each time she opened her mouth, whoever was nearby liked her a little less.
He was never nice, yet I let him move in. This, I thought, was experience.
You’ll survive, Elon said. That’s why I sent you.
“A sign in the window said No Minors after a certain hour.”
In Cairo, teenagers—literal and figurative—were in control of everything.
They watched the uprising on the phone, while eating apricot pie.
The classified ad said only PHONE WORK and a number. “Look,” he said. “It’s not what anybody’d call honest work.”
“This was her punishment for accepting everything and staying quiet.”
The audience are asked not to begin to die unexpectedly.
“I speculate that surely I cannot be the sole inhabitant.”
“I tell myself, he is only a ghost; he cannot touch or hurt me.”
“Jin looked at Naomi . . . sibling love mixing with fatal devotion.”
“This game was one in a series of battles stretching into eternity.”
“They all believed their fathers would continue, would always continue.”
“First comes love, then comes marriage, at last comes dentistry.”
The Tomato had won the election. It was finally the Blue Toes’ time.
“He sang to the reckless selves inside them.”
“She was a sidelong glimpse through sunglasses and a veil of latticework.”
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