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013a295
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"Is this Clarissa Fray?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar, though not immediately identifiable. Clary twirled the phone cord nervously around her finger. "Yeees?" "Hi, I'm one of the knife-carrying hooligans you met last night in Pandemonium? I"m afraid I made a bad impression and was hoping you'd give me a chance to make it up to-" "SIMON!" Clary held the phone away from her ear as he cracked up laughing. "That is so not funny!" "Sure it is. You just don't see the humor." "Jerk." Clary sighed, leaning up against the wall."
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humor
joke
phone
simon-lewis
tease
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Cassandra Clare |
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c18bd61
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"Maybe I should call Aaya!(Shigure) If you call him...(Yuki)
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basket
eat
fruits
humor
kyou
phone
shigure
yuki
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Natsuki Takaya |
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ade6065
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The phone rang. Softly, in actuality, yet it seemed loud and ominous, as phones do at night in dark hotel rooms.
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hotel
night
noir
ominous
phone
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Jim Thompson |
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0c0d9eb
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The only thing nicer than a phone that didn't ring all the time (or indeed at all) was six phones that didn't ring all the time (or indeed at all).
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intrusion
phone
quiet
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Douglas Adams |
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57d54cf
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He hadn't suffered the eternity of the ring about to be picked up, didn't know the heart rush of hearing that incomparable voice suddenly linked with his own, the sense it gave of being too close to even see her, of being actually inside her ear.
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love
phone
phone-calls
teenager
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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243d764
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When the phone rings at 2.15am in the morning it's unlikely to be heralding something pleasant. What chance is there of its being good news? None. Only someone bad would ring at such an hour. Or someone with bad news.
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phone
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Ben Elton |
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afe6e57
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"Amanda, you finally decided to answer the phone," her mom exclaimed after picking up at the first ring. "Where've you been, what've you been up to?" "Mom, do you remember when I was a kid, I had a friend, he was a Personification of the Sydney Tar Ponds, sort of my imaginary friend?" Mandy asked. "No, what in the name of god are you on about?" her mom sighed in exasperation. "Remember? Only I could see him, but he was real and he was my best friend when I was eighteen?" Mandy insisted. "No, I don't remember Alecto Sydney Steele at all," said her mom all too quickly."
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call
canada
cape-breton
conversation
dysfunctional-families
eighteen
family
friend
friendship
girl
imaginary-companion
imaginary-friend
imaginary-playmate
invisible
invisible-friend
mom
mother
nova-scotia
phone
pretend
pretend-friend
remember
sydney-tar-ponds
talk
telephone
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Rebecca McNutt |
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bb144b3
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Truthfully she felt incredibly miserable, seeing university students and tourists bustling in and out of the place with their cell phones in hand, texting like there was no tomorrow. Living behind a screen, they'd likely text with their last breath.
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cell-phone
depressing
digital-age
future
phone
sad
text
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Rebecca McNutt |
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5aeca37
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Usually if you pray from the heart, you get an answer--the phone rings or the mail comes, and light gets in through the cracks, so you can see the next right thing to do. That's all you need.
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crack
heart
light
mail
phone
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Anne Lamott |
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6d956f4
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"The phone was laid on a desk thousands of miles away. Once more, with that clear familiarity, the footsteps, the pause, and, at last, the raising of the window. "Listen," whispered the old man to himself. And he heard a thousand people in another sunlight, and the faint, tinkling music of an organ grinder playing "La Marimba"-- oh, a lovely, dancing tune. With eyes tight, the old man put up his hand as if to click pictures of an old cathedral, and his body was heavier with flesh, younger, and he felt the hot pavement underfoot. He wanted to say, "You're still there, aren't you? All of: you people in that city in the time of the early siesta, the shops closing, the little boys crying loteria nacional para hoy! to sell lottery tickets. You are all there, the people in the city. I can't believe I was ever among you. When you are away I: from a city it becomes a fantasy. Any town, New York, Chicago, with its people, becomes improbable with distance. Just as I am improbable here, in Illinois, in a small town by a ' quiet lake. All of us improbable to one another because we are not present to one another. And it is so good to hear the sounds, and know that Mexico City is still there and the people moving and living . . ."
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nostalgia
phone
time
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Ray Bradbury |
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6eba2c1
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Something hit the floor with a crack. Nate turned and looked down to see his cell phone on the floor. He patted his back pockets, as if to be sure it was his, then swore and reached down. The phone slid across the floor. he muttered. It slid faster now, scraping and bumping along. Nate growled. As he took off after the phone, I looked out the bathroom door to see it rise a foot off the ground, then fall with a crack. Nate swore and picked up speed, loping down the hall, muttering.
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phone
prank
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Kelley Armstrong |
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332a678
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"She is shocked by the rows of thick Plexiglas windows, each equipped with a telephone, each with a prisoner on one side and an outsider on the other. There is a teenage girl chatting with a prisoner who is presumably her father. There's a married couple talking to their daughter. There's a woman with a baby in her arms, sobbing into her phone as she begs her husband not to plead guilty for his crimes. Jail is terrifying to Geraldine, not only because it's a house of criminals but also because it's a cold slap in the face, a reminder of where she will eventually end up. "You've got to stay with me the whole time, Callo! I'm serious, you CANNOT leave me here." "I'll never," Callo vows, but he's eyeing her strangely. "Just remember which side of the glass you're on right now, Geraldine."
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crime
daughter
glass
guilty
husband
jail
phone
plexiglas
prison
prisoner
slammer
strange
telephone
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Rebecca McNutt |