From The Black (dropped)

Though we searched Solange-san's room, there was no cell phone as expected. Because the telephones were broken, she wasn't likely to hide it in a place so easily found. I'm doubt that it's even in the house.

Gardner, John. The Art of Fiction: Notes on Craft for Young Writers. New York: Vintage, 1991.

"Hey... you don't have to pack all of this. I can do this much myself." The two maids stop working and looked at Tian and then back at each other.

yare yare daze!

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas?

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