Enjoy these examples from Sharp Objects, a dark novel by Gillian Flynn:
I fell asleep, accidentally and hard at nine o’clcok, woke to an angry sun at seven the next moring.
John’s face, despite a night of drinking and very little sleep, was like a petal.
My mother’s pigs were pricked with chemicals till they plumped and reddened like squirting cherries, till their legs couldn’t support their juicy girth.
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Friday, May 22, 2009
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