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The world smells brand-new crisp the way an ax cuts fire wood.

There were so many tired, frayed words thick in the air around her.

Our eyes searched for the island, but ahead there was only overcast.

They had been good girls. They stood by him when he killed a man.

Her cheek was like a plum about to burst and you had to close your eyes.

Dr. Zee knows his son is struggling up out of some chemical fog.