Page 3 of a 950,000 page book could begin with: And now she is dead. Or: Having found the ancient piece of jewelry, he clothed himself in the dead bear's skin and fur and headed for the beach on a sweaty, hot, June morning. Or: He still has gotten nowhere. He's been doing dishes for the last forty five minutes, and still can't find the grease remover, and thus cannot remove all the grease, and has no clean dishes left and is hungry but afraid of germs and dirty dishes. And is scared he has smelly breath. Or: When the helicopter crashed in the jungle, the group of red hat ladies knew they'd be late for tea at Apple's Bakery. Or: College seems so strange to me. Or: What is the difference between wasting time and using it up too quickly. How many breaths passed to fold the laundry? No one else should do this chore but me. AND: The stranger they come, the stranger I become.
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