He wore a blue jumpsuit with flames over his crotch. He swirled a yellow cape on one arm, amid dancers dressed in spider-webbed leotards.
'Wait!' she yelled, running past at least a dozen confused travelers in the security line.
I loved being a pilot, but what did that do, really, to advance humanity?
I’d never seen that part of the body before. It looks so much like drawing.
Early in March, I can smell the bears turning in their caves.
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