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Thursday, March 02, 2006
Excerpt from "Excerpts from Maloney" by T.J.M.R. Maloney
"Is that a foreign notion?" she asked with not only bewilderment spread across her face, but also spicy mustard spread across her forehead. She eyed Simon one of those awful eyes, the kind where the pupils possess that eerie ability to pry and dig and drill into the eye sockets of those watching, boring in with agricultural intensity. I suppose it was like arrows, or feathered sticks, erecting from her sunken eye pockets. "Foreign notion? I would never speak like that, and you know it!" Simon shot back with fierce rebellion, further spreading the spicy mustard across her brow, marking her, sealing her, making her his own. She crumbled in defeat and he sopped up the pieces like bread bits in a bowl of stew.
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