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8/6/2019 Infer Overhead

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01. He fidgets with his pen again. The line-up

is taking forever. He touches the note in his

pocket, checking that it is still there. Is it hot

in here? he wonders. The empty canvas bag

clenched in his left hand rubs against his leg.

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02. She sat across from him, scarf pulled over

her hair. "They all want the same thing," she

thought. Her hands passed in front of the

cards. She turned over another one. "I see

fortune and fame," she announced. He leaned

forward to hear her words over the sound of

the music.



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03. Greeting them, she hands each man a

folded list and then shows them both to their

place. "Are they smokers?" she wonders.

"Are they generous?" She turns towards

them in the dimly lit room. "The shrimp is

good tonight."



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04. The pieces were everywhere. The

moment she opened the box, they had spilled

out all over the floor. She stood holding the

sheet of paper trying to make sense of it all.

Part A into Part B? Tab C into Slot D? She

sighed as the midnight snow fell outside her

window.



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05. He hated the whole routine. Who has time

to get carnations? And a card? All he could

ever find were sappy ones with too many

words. And he really hated standing in line

with all the other men to make his purchases!

Did she really care? Whose idea was this day

anyway?



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06. He knew that when the bell went, it

would start all over again. They could be so

mean. He held his breath tightly. "Here we go

again!" he thought.



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07. The field of stone shapes stretched out in

every direction.The box was lowered slowly

into the hole as the people gathered close,

umbrellas raised. A few words from a book

hang in the air.



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08. She ran quickly, her briefcase banging

against her leg. The others watched her from

the window as they slowly pulled away.

"Why do I always do this?" she muttered to

herself as the exhaust blew in her face.



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09. All the instruments were laid out on the

table. He looked at me and smiled a tight,

cruel smile. He adjusted the bright light and it

glinted off the sharp tool he held in his hand.

I couldn't move. I didn't dare move. His

glasses reflected the light and his hand moved

closer with the sharp object. "Now, this won't

hurt a bit," he said.



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10. A wedge of honey-coloured light beckons

from across the room. Slowly she stretches

and slips towards the call. Once in the golden

glow, she seems to melt and sink to the carpet

in complete relaxation. Audible contentment

radiates from her every pore.



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11. Golden harmony, honey butterfly, canary

yellow: which will it be? Each little card

holds the promise of happiness and

perfection. So many choices, and too much

commitment. Wait a minute. How about sky

breeze, or azure mist, or sunrise blue?



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12. The door opened. He stepped inside. The

others were crowded together, unwilling to

meet his eyes. He shouldered his way in and

faced away. They all looked in the same

direction. The door closed and he felt

smothered and trapped. A coloured light

blinked from number to number. In a few

moments he could escape.



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13. She stood, tense and frightened. The

flimsy weapon seemed to tremble in her

hand. She caught glimpses of their yellow

and black stripes through the window blinds.

Could she make it to the car? She took a deep

breath to blot out the sound of their humming

and lifted the latch on the door.



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14. The candles flickered in the gloom. She

came here often. The clink of a coin in the

metal box echoed loudly. The plaster faces

looked at her with compassion as she sat on

the hard wooden bench.



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15. How long does it take? It's freezing out

here. He wanted to go, so I opened the door

for him. All he does is sniff and circle. If I

whistle, he just ignores me.



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16. Too many choices. The sound of hissing

steam distracted him. How was he going to

decide? Dark, medium, Columbian, Chilean.

And what does skinny, lo-fat mean? The line

moved forward.



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17. Her tiles clicked on the formica tabletop.

She pulled her chair closer and studied the

others. It was her turn next. Snippets of

conversation from the room reached her ears.



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18. The screen flickered and danced in front

of his tired eyes. Just another few hours and

he could rest. In the streaky, bright circle,

specks of white light from Paris and Rome

swam in a complicated dance before him.

"Roger and out."



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19. They ripped the coloured paper off as fast

as they could. Even before the song was

finished, and the wish made, their hands

grabbed at the box. "It's my turn." "No, it's

MY turn." they shouted. It was the same

every year.



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20. Its black and white teeth seemed to mock

her. She was afraid to touch them with her

fingers, afraid they might bite her for losing

her touch. Sitting up in front, she could see

the others waiting their turn. Why couldn't

she remember how to start? The hot Sunday

afternoon seemed to hum a tune of its own.



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21. There was only room for one. The

accordion door closed tightly behind him.

Now, if he only had enough change. Muffled

street sounds pressed in from all sides.

Through the walls he could see others

waiting. He fumbled with the black plastic

handle.



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22. They pulled and strained to walk ahead of

her. She struggled to keep them in line.

Under a cloudless summer sky, all she could

hear was the sound of their wheezing and

panting. Was she being paid enough for this?

It was hard to tell who was in control: her or

them. She was barely in charge: as long as

they didn't see the squirrel.



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24. It happened every time. Didn't she know

how he felt? He tried to ask before but

couldn't. She walked by without seeing. All

he could see was her. He cleared his throat

and raised his eyes. Maybe this time.



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25. She saw the fat, hairy body first. She was

just about to run the tap when she noticed it,

sitting, waiting. Her scream woke the

neighbour, who came running. "Too many

legs, too many legs!" she sobbed over and

over.



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26. Their animal roar rises and falls, as they

follow his movements. Across the field,

others watch and roar back. Eyes shine, teeth

flash, feet stomp, heads turn. The victor will

dance tonight.



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27. They swept the frozen surface again and

again. Shouts rang out across the white

expanse. It slid towards them with

unstoppable force: a rock thrown with a

feather touch.



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28. The box stood tall and silent against the

brick wall. Its shiny face promised to satisfy

and quench. She pushed and prodded, hoping

to be rewarded. "It's the real thing," she

thought. "Why won't it deliver?"



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29. He flipped open the clamshell top with

eager hands. Steam rose in the chill evening

air. Soothe, stretch, sigh: his relief was

visible.



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30. Racing 100 miles an hour on a frozen

track, her chin skimming inches above the

blurry slope, she excels. Rigid as iron, she

steals nanoseconds from her adversaries.



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