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There are reasons I hate to drive fast.

Grave Peril - Jim Butcher

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The shadows were long with sunset when they rode up, and the horizon was red.

Prince's Gambit - C. S. Pacat

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I never used to keep track of the phases of the moon.

Fool Moon - Jim Butcher

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I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual.

Storm Front - Jim Butcher

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I remember, in no particular order: - a shiny inner wrist; - steam rising from a wet sink as a hot frying pan is laughingly tossed into it; - gouts of sperm circling a plughole, before being sluiced down the full length of a tall house; - a river rushing nonsensically upstream, its wave and wash lit by half a dozen chasing torchbeams; - another river, broad and grey, the direction of its flow disguised by a stiff wind exciting the surface; - bathwater long gone cold behind a locked door.

The Sense of an Ending - Julian Barnes

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"Marx has completely changed the way I view the world," declared the Palliéres boy this morning, although ordinarily he says nary a word to me.

The Elegance of the Hedgehog -  Muriel Barbery

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He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.

The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway

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A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called 'The Road Less Traveled,' describing a journey he took through the woods along a path most travelers never used.

The Slippery Slope - Lemony Snicket