There was less than Iโd expected in the rainy-day fund that Mom had kept in the bottom of an underwear drawer in a panty hose egg labeled โDEAD SPIDERS.โ As if I hadnโt always known it was there. As if I wouldnโt want to look at dead spiders.
Adam RexThe Boov frowned. 'Everybodies always is wanting to make a clone for to doing their work. If you are not wanting to do your work, why would a clone of you want to do your work?
Adam RexSejal had not thought of her home, or of India as a whole, as cool. She was dimly aware, however, of a white Westerner habit of wearing other cultures like T-shirtsโthe sticker bindis on club kids, sindoor in the hair of an unmarried pop star, Hindi characters inked carelessly on tight tank tops and pale flesh. She knew Americans liked to flash a little Indian or Japanese or African. They were always looking for a little pepper to put in their dish.
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