He heard the words drag out. He felt them pull out of his mouth like freight cars, jangling, backing up on each other, grating to a halt, sliding, clinching back, jarring, and then suddenly stopping as roughly as they had begun. It was over. --Flannery O'Connor, "The Barber"
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food in your beard? are we talking something simple like bread crumbs? or something more complex like a spoonful of noodle surpise?
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