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“Old Volkswagen” (136)
"Gold teeth” (139)
"The horizon was beautiful like a snapshot of the moon” (174)

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Meshed red (227), long hippie hair (227) flecked with dust and gnats and bits of leaves (228)

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....small, leafless plant .line 69
....watch, a bandless one.line 73

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“Cut smoothly” (168)
"Broken orange coin” (171)

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“Bend,cut, and pour again”-64
"Plays with my grape knife, stabbing it”-67

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“I worked like a magician”

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“....crisp...”(87)
"....bright....”(87)
"....bright madras....”(91)
"....heat...”(96)

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Music blared(248)
Dirty(249)
Dusted himself off(249)
Coughed blue smoke(252)

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“...swishing down weeds.”
"...foreman whistled...”

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“Puddling like black ice around my feet”

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Smiling broadly (240)
Five inches taller (241)
Looked (242)
Stared (245)
Stopped brooming (246)
Raise (246)

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“Saw” ( 80)
"Gleaming like something new” (80)
"Saw” (line 85)
"Copper pot sitting squat on our stove”(85-86)

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“Spilled like jewels from a pirates chest.” Line 40
“Groping,cutting,and tugging.” Line 42
“Like popcorn into my mouth.” Line 58

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“Like beads from a necklace” (35-36)
"Sinking in the lose dirt” (37)

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Thin (220)
Their shadows (220)
Glanced off the field like a mirror (220)

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“...loudly mismatched clothes.” (145)
"...banged his palm.” (146)
"...idled.” (147)
"...talking in Spanish.”

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“Embarrassingly out of style” (129) “My shoes had lost their form, puddling like black ice around my feet” (134-135)

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Mexicans (258)

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“...Saw...” (line 100)
"...Under a vine...” (line 100)
"...Tug at a branch...” (line 100)
"...Fields, yellow with kicked up dust...” (line 101-102)
"...A crooked trail of trays rotting behind me.” (line 102)
"...rained...slowly filling like a belly...” (line 103-104)