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“I asked him, ‘Do flowers yawn when they bloom?’ Right out of the blue! The freaking guy sat there dazed.”
Mark shook his head in disgust. “What’s the point?”
“You need to be careful, Dave. And you know…Continue
Old hard-of-hearing David Epstein bumps into a suspicious man carrying a backpack He’s convinced the man is a terrorist with plans to walk into Macy’s Department Store and detonate a suicide bomb.
“I’m waitink,” says the old bearded man in a Yiddish accent.
“For what?” the man asks in impeccable English.
He loved women. No denying that. Pin-ups in Quentin’s bedroom still smiled back at him from all those turbulent teen-age years. But who loved him back? Not his mother. Not hard-of-hearing Aunt Clarisse who called him “slow and a good bit retarded” loud enough for him to hear her cruelty a room away. And certainly not all those pretty girls at school who toyed with him…
I could have loved all things white.
I could have loved winter, gladly faced tomorrow gallantly in your company. Braced against the blizzards of misfortunes, I would’ve battled to the death for love.
I could’ve accepted ice and snow, graced the winter months with spring-like laughter, but in…Continue