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But I didn't know what was the matter. Even unsaved I turned the other cheek. Social Studies, I would dream through my conquistadors of painting him blue, skewering him on a lodge pole and offering him to the god of maize. Extra credit: If an automobile weighing 2,000 pounds travels 60 miles per hour on a straight road, assuming no friction, how high will it bounce when it runs over David Petty's mother? Slept over. When his breathing became heavy, lying beside him I'd hit him at the country club, Page 54 stick a fork in his throat, throw him on the cart of petits fours, roll him out to the pool, bite off his lower lip, tear a huge chunk of cheek out with my back teeth while the membership looked on.
Page 39 3 Visitors Not what you'd think with families and laughing. The equipment of our minds and mouths at Wednesday's evening meal is already in the shop, one machinist per table, even as our mother loves our hair, even as our daughter eyes our every word. 4 Rivers: After the Rorschach, Before Dinner The night scythes down river. Could we know Page 40 the house on stilts around the bend we would know the man has nothing waiting for him but goods in rooms papered in newsprint. That is how evening comes, though not always.
Slept over. When his breathing became heavy, lying beside him I'd hit him at the country club, Page 54 stick a fork in his throat, throw him on the cart of petits fours, roll him out to the pool, bite off his lower lip, tear a huge chunk of cheek out with my back teeth while the membership looked on. Part of the fantasy always went: The nurses and orderlies were kind to me. At home, (even late nights in my underwear) I practiced for hours with my father's pistol strapped to my hip, fast draw in the mirror at myself.