Sublime

Reality spilled out into the alley like water from an overfilled bowl—as sound, as smell, as image, as plea, as response.

Cette soirée fut empreinte de tristesse, chacun restant prisonnier de ses émotions, incapable d’interférer avec celles de l’autre.

Roy and the old couple, Harvey and Rita, were the only ones left. They brought Roy to New York when he was barely twenty-five and set him up running “errands” now and again for some heavy people in Brooklyn. As a rule, they didn’t trust him with anything too complicated, on account of they didn’t think Roy was all that bright. Outside of Albert, no

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