His bones were as ludicrous as a raised pinkie.
His head felt like an empty ice cream jar.
Her throat sounded crumpled with dollar bills.
It was beautiful outside, high sixties and crisp, the blue with its attendant white.
A muffled cry as if the earth were a heart broken pillow.
Rows of razor sharp buildings, like a shark bursting through water. (on seeing Manhattan from above)
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I like no. 3, no.5, and the last, the best.
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