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big heads

The minivan was making an odd thumping noise.  I was glad it wasn’t mine and felt sorry for whoever owned it.  A tow truck was going to be expensive this far from town.   

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men of letters

The shop of my childhood was a relic of the mechanical age: oily and unguarded.  Belts, flywheels and blades were fully exposed.  Solvents and cigarettes were held in the same hands. It was a place so obviously dangerous that I can’t remember ever needing to be told to be careful.

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