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Terry's answer to any problem was based on the serenity prayer. If you can handle it, do it. If you can't, fuck it.
— May 23, 2016 02:06PM
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Now she pushed the screen door open with her foot and came outside with the tray of glasses and the bowl of ice, the bottle of Johnnie Walker pressed beneath the stump of her arm. She believed it was good for the muscle to be used this way, squeezing the bottle, and believed she would be using it again and again and again, the woman knowing things the man didn't seem to know.
— May 25, 2016 10:19PM
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She stepped forward saying, "Father, sit down, please, before you fall down," pulled out a chair and got him seated, Tony watching now, more interested. Debbie said to him, "I'll cut right to it. I'm involved in this too. If you want to know why, it's because that cocksucker who owns the restaurant conned me out of sixty-seven thousand dollars and refuses to pay me back." She had Tony's attention.
— May 25, 2016 07:00PM
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Now Vincent gave him a look that reminded the Mutt of his mom, the times he'd forget and say "shit" in front of her and she'd call him "young man" and threaten to wash his mouth out with soap, but never did. These people were like her, they liked to try and scare you. Vincent gave him the look but then said, "Stay around here. I'll call you." See? They got by on dirty looks.
— May 25, 2016 02:14PM
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Randy became a gangster about two months after opening the restaurant, still into a Pierce Brosnan phase, custom-tailored dark suits and a hint of Brit nonchalance in his speech. His response to problems, a minor fire in the kitchen: "Oh really? Why don't you see Carlo about that?" Carlo his manager-maître d' with thirty years in the business and a small percentage of the restaurant profit as incentive.
— May 24, 2016 10:13PM
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It surprised her when he stopped to pick up the machete from the desk. Debbie, behind him, had put her hand out, almost bumping into him. She wondered if it was a reaction left over from Africa: you hear something, grab a machete.
— May 24, 2016 02:12PM
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Get to the top of a long grade and look around, all you saw were hills in every direction, misty hills, bright green hills, hills that were terraced and cultivated, crops growing among groves of banana trees, the entire country, Terry believed, one big vegetable garden. The red streaks on distant hills were dirt roads, the squares of red dotting the slopes, houses, compounds, a church.
— May 24, 2016 08:20AM
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Always he brushed his teeth and smelled of toothpaste when he came to her bed. Once a week he brought two Larium pills, so they wouldn't catch malaria, and a glass of water they shared. The pills were hallucinogenic and in the morning they would try to describe their dreams. Tonight he slipped next to her beneath the netting and remained lying on his back, not moving, leaving to her whatever would come next.
— May 23, 2016 09:39PM
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"I've learned what the essentials of life are. Nails, salt, matches, kerosene, charcoal, batteries, Fanta soda, rolling paper and Johnny Walker red, the black label for a special occasion. Electricity is on in the village until about ten P.M. But there is still only one telephone. It rings in the sector office, occupied by the RPA, the Rwandese Patriotic Army, pretty good guys for a change acting as police."
— May 20, 2016 02:12PM
