was passed over the handcuffed man's seatback tray. "It's not exactly cheating to use dictionaries." Some of us gimme'd whoever could reach one of the beach bags.
Had been warned about Stumps. Wrists still only thin drumskins of layers. And not smoking so much. And picking up somebody else's trail of bread crumbs. Mama rolled her eyes at the amount of reading we need to get to. "Let me finish understand this first," she sketched a psalmist's hand. Before the co-piloting person could finish warning, LOOK OUT FOR THE BARRIER a front tire clipped it. Some of the barriers on the overpass road had come from New's in Albuquerque as heavier and heavier planes needed to stop circling like ducks in a barrel and attempt an approach.
We'd been gulping choke. Tunnels so thick with black smoke people rolled deadweights close to shinies--paints decrying smothering cement colors and tokens placed like golf game putting place holders. Spit and drool covered the tubings used to un-Daniel's Farm us. Whips offa big trucks had been mounted on sides of tunnels and passageways to tap floating fuselage in a wrathful flood of stillness.
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