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boa
It was ironic: I stood in the vestibule of the bank of america cash machines with a feathered stole around my neck, when a snake of enormous size slithered through a crack in the door. Yes, wearing a boa in boa I saw a boa. What a day!
stamps
Celebrating christmas has always been a chore for Michael. Not the parties. Not the gifts. The fucking cards. And the fucking (fucking!) stamps for them. Who the hell invented something that you had to stick outside a note just to get it where you wanted it. Fucking pre-Internet world. And, now he'd have to trudge downtown in the snow to get another book of the fuckers.
teeth
Leaving the dentist, I rubbed my tounge along the back fo my top teeth, feeling the smoothness and cleanliness of them. Doris, the tech, was amazing, and I'm not just talking about how she worked with her tools, I'm talking about her body. If it wasn't for her, I'd never go to the dentist. Despite what I did to my teeth, she'd find a way to power was them squeaky clean
railroad
My dad used to take me to watch the trains down at the railroad station near our neighborhood. WE didn't live close enought to a station for me to go by myselv, and as a kid, the walk seemed to be about a thousand miles. Uphill. But, I later learned that it was a fraction of that.. a quarter of a mile? I learned the sort of distance when the traions stopped running, and the tracks became a jogging path for the chubby neighbors that sprouted all around our neighborhood.
flakes
Sure they were goofy, but they boys liked being with each other, and didn't much care for the rest of the junior class. "AV club boys" is what Jim thought about them, although he was pretty sure there weren't AV clubs in high school any more. The twins never seemed to quite fit in, and not just because their red heads were the only ones among their hundreds of classmates in this Japanese school