He’s a policeman, a soldier, a programmer, a farmer, a murderer, a priest and a politician. He is anything that he wants to be. He’s a salesman by day and an author by night.
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You don’t really want to say it.
I don’t really want to hear it.
Let’s save time and move on.
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The word belonging should be two words, don’t you think?
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I can make thunder in my head by flexing my brain. I can hear it inside my ears. As far as I know, I am the only one who can do this.
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Take a plastic tube to the mall and pretend to blow invisible darts at the shoppers.
Shoppers flinch but policemen don’t.
Try it. You’ll see.
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If a coffee mill grinds coffee and a pepper mill grinds pepper, does a windmill grind the wind?
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