Over the next few days, through a method of trial and error, I taught myself the basics of frontier survival.
You're glowing, she said. And why would I be glowing? It can't be the gutrot wine, or last week's fast food lunches. It can't be my Quasimodo limp, I smashed my toe on a fire hydrant trying to
Run to him,
it urged. Drop to your knees
His friends document their lives incessantly. Shots of grand scenery from lookout points. Screenshots of their heart rates and macros.
When she used to swim at night her bones cut through water like perforating paper. It was always the same ritual, pants off first with a slight shimmy, arms up high overhead to get rid of the
It is a horrible thing to lose a friend, they said, and their saying this made him angry. What did they understand? They didn't understand a single thing.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
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Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!
