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Philosophical foundations

"When Quintana was a little girl, we moved to Malibu, to a house overlooking the Pacific".

Last spring, 2009, I had some warnings, flags on the track, definite notices of darkening even before the blue nights came.

Dayna Jurgens lay naked in the huge double bed, listening to the steady hiss of water coming from the shower, and looked up at her reflection in the big circular ceiling mirror, which was the exact shape and size of the bed it reflected.

The dark man had set his guardposts all along the eastern border of Oregon.

Larry and Leo were sitting on the curb in front of the house.

Stu spent the next day at the power station, wrapping motors, and was cycling home at the end of the workday.

This meeting was held at the home of Larry Underwood on South Forty-second Street in the Table Mesa area.

In the early hours of the morning, Mother Abigail lay sleepless in her bed.

Ralph's posters announcing the August 18 meeting went up all over Boulder.

Trashcan Man opted for the room on the right, and for a while was left alone.

It was late evening, July 27.

She tottered out onto her porch at twenty to eleven on the morning of July twentieth, carrying her coffee and her toast with her as she did every day that the Coca-Cola thermometer outside the sink window read over fifty degrees.

He was cracking up - baby, don't you just know it?

'I want to get out of the city,' Rita said without turning around.

Dust blew straight across the Texas scrubland, and at twilight it created a translucent curtain that made the town of Arnette seem like a sepia ghost-image.

Larry Underwood sat on a bench in Central Park on the morning of June 27, looking into the menagerie.

Stu Redman was frightened.