a string of curse words fell from his lips and he grabbed my head , angling it back and turning my face so he could see me under the dim lights of the parking lot . '' how old are you ? '' '' why , do i have wrinkles ? '' i asked , watching him study my face . he rolled his eyes . '' no , you do not have wrinkles

yvonne had been listening intently , and jennifer was struck by how much she had missed her acerbic , straight-talking presence . finally yvonne smiled tentatively . '' i 'm sure he 'd forgive you , '' she said . '' what ? '' '' larry . i 'm sure he 'd forgive you . '' '' larry ? '' jennifer sat back . '' yes . '' '' but i do n't want to be forgiven

indian legend has it that the same spirit deer still roams this forest setting traps for the bear . '' '' chester , am i in trouble ? should i have left the antlers back in the forest ? '' i shudder . chester looking somewhat puzzled answers , '' no , christina , you are not in trouble . you came face-to-face with spirit deer . '' '' should i put them back now , the antlers

i went to the franciscan mission to see if he was there . but he was n't . '' '' a homeless man ? '' '' he 's the one who sits by the ponte santa trinita , on the other side of the river . he 's disabled , like me . '' she heard the man move , almost imperceptibly . '' um , that is , i used to be
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