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Sentences I have met at school:

“I dismissed my mental image of Lisabet and Aaron at the hospital, standing in the curtained-off cuticle . . .”

“Pinkie spent his evenings hub knobbing with the rest of the Mensa Society . . .”

“She works as an interrupter for the deaf.”  

“And at night we would boil up crap legs and dip them in hot melted butter.”

“The mountain glowed purple over the dyke, and she felt a twinge of homesickness.” 

“Sometimes crabs would crawl into her lawn and we would put on a pot of bowling water.”

“‘It doesn’t hurt,’ I lied, the aesthetic beginning to wear off.”