unearths some literary gems.
From One False Move, by Kelley Roos:
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He was sandpapering it, having a wonderful time. I had never been especially interested in sandpapering per se, but Gramps made me want to try my hand at it.
[There must be YouTube channels for people who get a sensual frisson from sandpapering.]
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Arch put on his half-lens reading spectacles and perused the letter. It seemed to take hours; I had never seen a letter so perused.
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If she could project the sincerity she was exuding now from a stage, she would be another Sarah Bernhardt, another Eleonora* Duse. Well, another Doris Day.
[*Thinking this name would normally be spelled like "Eleanor" with an "a" appended, I wondered if "Eleonora" was a typo. But, no, there really is a lion in there.]
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My mind was not on counting money. I might have been counting chickens before they were hatched. Or my blessings, although at the moment I could have finished that up in a hurry.
