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The novel hid four poems inside it that no one ever found.
He stopped calling himself a hero for legal reasons.
My parents panic button involved saying ‘I love you,’ which said too much about them.
“Writing? Oh, that’s easy: I’m so good at it when I’m not writing.”
“You know how, when you were walking along the beach?”
“Yeah?”
“And there was only one set of footprints?”
“Oh, come on –”
“God was piggybacking.”
And sometimes, if he did not think about it too hard, the curse seemed almost a gift.
There was a Door once, but it is gone. And I am what is left over, and something of what remains.
Thu, 09 Nov 2017 11:30:42
Physics, Stanford University
Searching for Long-Lived Dark Photons with the Heavy Photon Search Experiment
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