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and Alan approaches the table at the Library of Alexandria, Congress, and the elementary school Helen attends in Annapolis, takes the chair opposite her, and whispers, "So it goes," and she looks up from her book to meet his confident, oblivious smile that college kids can pull off, and Kurt first thinks the phrase while in some apartment in upstate New York, and the last member of the Baby Boomer generation dies peacefully in their sleep in a retirement community in submerged ancient West Palm Beach, where Ponce de Leon searches for the fountain of youth, and despite herself Helen smiles back. She paced the living room, fingers working themselves into knots. It clunked into place, making a showy deal of its arrival, exit sign neon-lit above its frame. He is holding her hand, and even from where she stands she can see he is laughing. "It's not fair," he yells, spit flying out of the corners of his mouth. She considered taking it home, to give to someone or perhaps even wear herself in a style inappropriate for her age. The first is coffee, which is strong enough to lift freight trains and is singlehandedly responsible for the workload in organic chemistry.

Becks stared at me, her bright eyes meeting my angry glare. I didn't know everything was changing, that our existence had fundamentally altered, that we would never be the same. Instead I looked down at the water and said, "If anyone would know, it should be you." I still think that about so many things: If anyone would know, it'd be you. In Walter's opinion, it was more of a want than a need, but he didn't dare argue the point. The other woman wears a long grey skirt and a dark wool coat cinched at the waist, and an ugly hat. Things are tenuous enough between them, stretched so thin she fears a breath of wind might snap their bond. She buys oysters, and fresh strawberries, puts on perfume and a red silk dress. She lifted it up and saw, underneath, on the ground, like a small hill rising, a man's head of hair, parted on the side. With all the weirdoes running around, uncaught and even undisclosed, why not someone who buried a man standing up, though--as she straightened up and looked around, noting the condition of the soil, the sprouting plants, the rooted bushes--though nothing looked at all disturbed. Only college students who haven't slept in four days, engineers, and those who wish to be "real men" drink the coffee of the caf.

Too simple to say that it is whatever Kelly Link and Jeff Vandermeer say it is (though that might be true).

No one knows for sure what their deal is but it has something to do with spies." Do you remember the day the sun split in two? On the evening that Jack's mother became a robot, she was enmeshed in the cushions of a sofa as another Law and Order plot was poured into her, one dripping burst of photons at a time, twenty-four times per second. I've heard it said that people should clean up their own messes. When you shake the snow globe, Tommy's arms fly into the air and he spins around, laughing.

We thought it was an eclipse, at first--the way the sky darkened, how the sun faded into a shadow of itself--and we watched the heavens reflected in that stupid Italianate birdbath you adored, hand in hand as song birds went silent and the bees in your garden stopped buzzing. Her mind was ensnared, as per seven o'clock routine, by the grotesque symmetries of situation and resolution, the carefully-crafted simulation plugging itself into her cerebellum through the bare sockets of her eyes, the whirring circle of plot squaring itself in memetic resolutions, each frame carrying the genetic code to build an entire episode, an entire series, an entire world. For kicks, we asked him to kill the next person who walked through the door. I'm biased, I suppose, but that sounds too much like handing suiciders a gun and a mop. His parents refer to this as his job--the requirement for living inside the snow globe, where life is perpetually wonderful.

Bruce identifies herself as mostly straight but curious, yet her physiological responses could be classified as 87% straight.

This is unusual, as, in studies thus far, women tend to be physiologically more fluid in their sexual responses. You've told me like a million times." Ever since we started dating, I add in the privacy of my own head. "Leave it off today."That summer we used to go searching for the lovesick. You know there aren't many stories written in second person. I thought of all the times I had gone out in the cold, shoulders naked, while she had hung forgotten in the closet.

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