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Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth

Monday, September 8, 2008



He shook tooth powder into his mouth.
His grandmother could smell liquor
like a dry sourdough in the Klondike.

Patricia Highsmith
Strangers on a Train
1950
Posted by David Rachels at 3:00 AM

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