But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.
----Raymond Carver, Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories
But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.
----Raymond Carver, Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories
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