Quickly, she slipped under a heap of paper and cardboard overflowing from a pack of trashcans at the corner. The man ran past her into the street.
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Quickly, she slipped under a heap of paper and cardboard overflowing from a pack of trashcans at the corner. The man ran past her into the street.
I woke up cuddled underneath a stack of blankets, gazing mindlessly into a dark room.
She showed me vases that had been made to look like the ones she had dug up from a site in Greece.
The huge homemade cinnamon rolls were drenched in warm sugar frosting, and the coffee, fresh, hot, and ten cents a cup.
Though aware of his dirty, disheveled appearance he vowed to make an effort by talking to the first person he’d meet.