The more I stare at his image on the TV screen, the less he looks like a forty-eight-year-old.
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The germ of my idea spawned last Christmas when our Aunt Muriel, who lived in Florida and looked like a rotisserie chicken, gave my brother a set of marbles.
Even the bartenders, two burly guys with dark curly hair and mustaches—they look like brothers—seem bored stiff.
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One thing I’ll say about the pandemic, it made people ask this question like it mattered. Or maybe Vega had always been sincere.
As I walk up our adjoining paths, I see Elena’s house is in darkness.