"A light vapor of fog hung in the air between the trees, a subtle graying discernible only when the man looked out one of the pickup truck’s windows but not when he glanced at his sons sitting beside him in the cab."
"In the fall of our senior year, my buddy Max Platt was arrested for shining a laser pointer at an airplane."
"We all shook hands as if there wasn’t another person in the room— well, in the cell."
"The dining room table was set for one, adorned with pussy willow branches and white rose petals."
"Jason didn’t know if he was remembering or dreaming."
"The snow has fallen heavily, relentlessly, for two days now, and shows no sign of letting up. It’s madness to go."
"The TV crews were obsessed with hounding my oldest friends in the cuadrilla."
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