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“The crab was sidling along one of the outside walkways, where the thick, humid air lingered close to the ground.”
“My all-girls’ high school was sometimes visited by crabs.”
“So, some kind of creature’s eggs?”
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“The shoreline had come all the way up here.”
“Crows pecked at both the living and the dead crabs, and cars shattered the shells into tiny fragments.”
“A wide beach there.” A wind swept across the dry, brown grass, kicking up tiny grains of sand like powdered sugar.”
“I lay on my stomach and crawled closer, peering at it.”
“It looked like a gravestone, but much smaller.”
“To me, they seemed lost, traveling from place to place as though in search of something.”
“In those days, the incineration was handled by the school janitor, a thickset, middle-aged woman.”
“A flock of sparrows had gathered in the reeds, chirping noisily.”
“When are they going to stop?”
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“Whenever I spotted one, my eyes would lock on to it.”
“It appeared to be made of granite, with white speckles on a gray background, and the corners seemed worn down or eroded.”
“I opened my mouth to explain, but my tongue felt dry and the words caught in my throat.”
“The voices took on a more frenetic tone.”
“The shadows of the trees swaying in the breeze flickered across it.”
“She wore overalls and a straw hat, and had a towel draped around her neck and pruning shears in her hands.”
“I pointed to the grave marker at our feet.”
“When I had my daughter, I thought, Surely by the time she’s grown, they’ll have stopped with the landfill.”
“For a second, I was sure I saw my own reflection in their damp surface.”
“Any crab that large would have to be a monster: The claw was the size of a human child.”
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