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65.

There were three bears roaming the streets, but they weren’t the ones to watch out for.  It was the turkeys who were instrumental in looting the bank.  They seemed harmless, and besides, everyone was worrying about the bears.  No one thought to stop the turkeys, or ask what their business was.  They just gobble gobble gobbled into the bank, waltzing out with a sweet haul.
43.

He shakes his head a little, squinting.  Someone asks how is he.  Right as rain, he replies.  There’s, like, a genial pause as whoever asked this’s parsing the statement, or thinking something else.  The sun’s blood red.  Someone says, “this rain ain’t right.”

59.

The cardboard boxes, sagging at the edges and poorly labeled, littered the warehouse floor, like islands. The Old Man had said, “it’s in one of the boxes”: spoken from his death bed, mid-death. Those present pretty well knew it to be a reference to his uncounted millions. Going through the boxes seemed simple enough, until the first one exploded.

46.

Right as the creature let out a horrid scream didn’t Mae go and complicate matters by pretending like she empathized with the thing.  It was grotesque, to see this display.  More grotesque, knowing Mae.  No one ever found out if it was a zombie or what.

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