They are all really just dull wedges now, why should she know there are different blades for different tasks.

G: But my point was, Mark, that he was not really an older man, he was about your age.

"Balls!" he says, drawing it out like he is rolling the words around a pair of them in his mouth.

She starts muttering to herself about kimchi. "I don't think we have enough kimchi." "It's okay," I reassure her, " I don't really eat so much of it."

It's an old moist smell-- familiar but I have trouble placing it.

Dropping off the key on my way out, I ask the lady at reception if there are any pharmacies nearby. "Yes, of course." she answers, "What do you need?"

They are like dandelion stalks breaking out of a glass prison.

An older man, early 50s, is just ahead of me as we get on the escalator. He looks a little unstable. A little scared.