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Wigleaf
trampset
He once liked to fish, and he still says that he does, but I know that he goes without bait anymore, that he wakes early and takes no tackle, just drops his line into the lake and watches the fish and the sun and the water and catches nothing, harms nothing, leaves even the hook off his line just in case a dumb fish might bite it and bleed.
When lightning cut the sky on the first day of school, in a perfect nerve extending from one end of the large classroom window to the other, Nora Stevens, grade 3, grabbed a fork from the lunch box at the bottom of her seat, and stuck it into her temple.
Monkeybicycle
She met him collecting shark teeth on the South Carolina shore and he was not a beach bum but looked like one and she was not looking for love, she was looking for teeth. She collected them and kept them in a dish and then a jar and then a slender vase like a clear neck, high on the shelf she rented, four of them in a house outside Charleston.