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21 " It was in a dullard four-door with a brat of a rattling dashboard that I sometimes drove to, from, and through these places, then back to my wife and other things she was a baby about. "
― Gary Lutz , Divorcer
22 " The knife presented itself to the boy as if in shimmery italics. The boy could not remember ever having bought the thing. It was a heftless, nervous-atomed, self-disowning simulacrum of what a knife was supposed to look like in such a low-built town. "
― Gary Lutz , I Looked Alive: Stories
23 " I got used to being one of sleep's discards. "
― Gary Lutz , Stories in the Worst Way