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Her Whispers in Alexandria (2010) It was not a block, but a wall, and he with no Jericho horn to loose the bricks.
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Liseuse (2010) The summer parks were quieted now. Trains too. For some time, or as long as Jim North didn’t want to remember, he hadn’t heard the flip of a page, the crack of a spine or the lick of a tongue against a turning fingertip.
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Tonight, Tonight (2011) All the nights were empty and orange. The town slept under a blanket of light that blocked the stars. But somewhere there had to be a tear in the orange peel.
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The Granger Resurrection (2011) Granger had no soundtrack to call his own, no device inside the Frankensteined car he drove through the emptiness of post-apocalyptic Hollywood that would provide music. But this morning deserved a soundtrack, oh boy did it ever. It deserved a fanfare, a riotous concert of celebratory trumpets, crashing cymbals. Cannon fire even.
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The Mexicans Have Complained Quite Strongly About the Noise (2011) His name was Robert Monk and he hated time and the indicators of time.
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