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[Mar. 3rd, 2010|04:49 am] |
He sighed, picked up his machete, and began to workIn a few seconds Goldstein had joined him
The platoon reached the end of the jungle after five hours of cutting trailThe jungle was bordered by another stream, and on the other side yellow hills covered only with kunai grass or an occasional grove of shrubbery rolled away toward the northThe sunlight was brilliant, reflected with an incredible glare from all the bare hills and the clear blazing arch of the skyThe men, accustomed to the gloom of the jungle, blinked their eyes, were uncertain, a little afraid of the vast open spaces before themIt was all so bare, so painful
All that space!
The Time Machine:
JOEY GOLDSTEIN
THE COVE OF BROOKLYN
A sturdy man about twenty-seven, perhaps, with blond straight hair and eager blue eyesHis nose is sharp, and there are deep sad lines which extend from his nose to the corners of his mouthIf it were not for this, he would look very youngHis speech is quick and sincere and a little breathless as if afraid he will not be permitted to finish
The candy store is small and dirty as are |
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