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Calla heard the train before she saw its light cut through the fog.

My dad, Alli­son thought as she took the Corvette off of cruise con­trol, is a philosopher.

The guy always wears a rub­ber band around his wrist—to remind him of what he is.

Woody Guthrie has shown up again in my hos­pi­tal room, and he’s swig­ging from a bot­tle of cheap whiske