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She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).

O. Henry

It’ll be a great place if they ever finish it.
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Greatness Place
He studied cities as women study their reflections.
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Reflection Study Woman
When I see a shipwreck, I like to know what caused the disaster. I learned nothing but the glow that wrapped her face when the soup came. That’s the story.
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Disaster Face Myself Reason See Story
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
O. HENRY

Invisible Strand Woman
There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth’s burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.
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Difference Grief Light Old Remain Sorrow
Whenever he saw a dollar in another man’s hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn’t take it any other way.
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Grudge Hands Man Personal Way
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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Clear Couch
The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey.
O. HENRY

Journey Mystery Soul World
We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
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Achieve Climate Ourselves
A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
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Air Hot Show Vote Way
What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
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Best Move Picture Round World
By rights you’re a king. If I was you, I’d call for a new deal.
O. HENRY

Call Deal King Right Yourself
I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
O. HENRY

Lamp Myself Stand
In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.
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Anand Thakur
Turn up the lights. I don’t want to go home in the dark.
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Darkness Home Light Myself
A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.
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Creativity Pill Story

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).

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