From two completely different fiction novels after flipping to a random page and reading the first line my eyes happen to strike. As luck would have it both sentences were dialog:
1) "How dare you say that you son of a bitch!"
2) "How do you mute her own voice?"
That's not too bad. It's amazing how your own mind's sense of what's what can create meaning out of seemingly disconnected lines. Seemingly is the key word there.
I'm slowly, but quickly and surely, losing touch with reality. If I even had any hold over it in the first place.
I'll keep my fingers crossed Friday as I drive in and pick up the phone.
As always, what's next?
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