unearths some literary gems.
From The Death of a Difficult Woman, by Carole Berry:
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[Flapping dept. The protagonist is trying to assemble a cardboard box, duly marked with "fold flap A over flap B"-style instructions.]
Within seconds flaps were going every which way....I felt so dopey trapped behind that half-opened box with all those flaps flapping that I started giggling. The harder I tried to fold the carton, the harder I giggled.
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He waved his hands over the papers before him as if hoping the thing would magically rise from the clutter.
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This was insane. I was fighting with my mother over a figment of my imagination.
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She let loose a high-pitched giggle. That ended abruptly--mid-tee-hee--when her boss...walked in.
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[Who Needs Context? dept.]
He had no interest in Sam or Sam's bill, and only a grommet interest in me.
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