You can say that this particular storm came without the warning of the preceding calm, for hardly anything under, on, or above the high seas is ever calm. And when you deal with someone of Mr. Drummond’s repute, well, you get to learn that hardly anything comes with a warning.

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Point in fact: they always said she was danger, her with the hourglass pupils, a bad influence. I heard that spiel a thousand times. “The devil is inside her,” they would say. Or, “That’s no woman, that’s a succubus”. And yet there I was, doing what I never could have imagined I would do: dating her.

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There was an inmost coziness between glass and individual. Bear was not yet drowned in it, but they were engaged, one to the other. Very. He sat at the bar, legs dangling over a stool that would never prove too short, his sight glued to the TV above the shelves.

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I never understood my grandma’s smoking habit. It was already the 90’s, for chrissake, a point in time where everyone knows, at least in theory, that cigar smoke is poison. And the corollary was no less true: people died because of it. But there she was, an entire rosary at night, three soft packs during the day, and a lot of grumbling in between.

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The garlic-chopping knife takes an extra iron tango step, dancing with his flesh. He runs to the bathroom, showering the wound with iodine from the first-aid kit and covering it with a thick gauze blanket that turns crimson in a second.

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There is a doorbell next to the front door. Directly below it, on an eagle-shaped corbel, you will find a white silken glove. The lady is to wear the glove on her left hand and pull the bell cord only once with said hand, then wait for the door to open. The glove is to remain on the lady’s hand at all times while on the estate.

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The priest stood ramrod-straight, the stiff length of his greca giving him the appearance of a black monolith pasted onto a canvas of mixed blue. Between balding top and bulbous nose, the waning sunlight filled two glass discs on wire frames with images of spirited waves, wispy clouds, and nature’s ever-dwindling store of life.

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