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They descended; and as the group grew accustomed to the dark, the creeping forms of their companions finally visible, Mark eyes were washed by a sleepiness that was more than he could bear.

First of all, I stand by my argument that having an underbite isn't enough to qualify for one of the handicapped seats on the bus.

The whole disaster started with an unbearable train ride to God knows where.

The wind and rain battered the children as they struggled along the rut in the woods, never aware that the power to stop the storm lay curled around Beth's wrist in the burnished old locket that her mother had given her the night before.

Up and up, we watched Rich race to stack his blocks, his hand as unsteady on the tenth brick as it was on the first; and when they'd tumble he'd just start again, again and again and again.

Their blind date was only five minutes old when Frank started wondering if Leslie would be gentle or mean when she eventually, someday, inevitably broke up with him.

Little Russel Handerson's growth spurt started -- I mean, really officially, BIOLOGICALLY started -- on the very same day that he took his vow of silence.