He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. It's almost incredible. She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. She found pieces of it on the blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces considering the fabric’s original heft. “But, dear, think! He is your father.
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