"Just a little pain, Paul. He knew just how long because of the pen, the Flair Fine-Liner he had been carrying in his pocket at the time of the crash.
I hope we catch up with the bum. He supposed he should count himself lucky that she hadnt re-broken his legs with a baseball bat or given him a battery-acid manicure or something similar to indicate her displeasure with the way he had begun her book — such critical responses were always possible, given Annies unique view of the world. After awhile it only knew the muddy, smogged-out sunsets of Boston, that was all it remembered and all it wanted to remember. "It doesnt blur a much as that pencil-line, but its worse than the ballpoint-ink line. The breath blew down his throat again. Christ, days went by and the hole in the paper was small, the light was dim, the overheard conversations witless. It was not grief, this feeling, although she was nearly overwhelmed with grief — this was a strange, thundery feeling that she couldnt ever remember having before. __._,_.___YAHOO! GROUPS LINKS
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