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It’s a perfect night for a ballgame, and
I’ve lucked into box seats only five rows behind the Sox dugout. The
young couple to my left is discussing
He is dressed as a cowboy and looks to be about 6, which, according to my (admittedly yet unpublished) Rules of Diner Etiquette, is about two years too old to be leaning over the back of his booth, in
I’m 65. The TV is on because I like background
noise as I pretend to do my morning exercises.
The man has a few wrinkles around his eyes, but his
eyes are clear and bright. His
Henry Rose is a man full of charity, kindness, and
even temper; he can’t recall ever thinking ill of anyone, and
he’s never been angry. Life is good, always has been, and through
John awoke to searing pain, running from
behind both eyes to the middle of his forehead: a migraine
triangle. He pressed his palms hard against both temples, went to
Eleven million people play online poker;
10,999,999 of ’em win, usually $2,000 each. No doubt you know
one of the 10,999,999 — Uncle Bob’s strange friend wh
Harry Jacobs watched from his window as the
February snow drifted in his neighbor’s driveway, most of it
under the basketball backboard bolted to the roof over the gara