She has a kind of glowing-pebble night-light that changes colors very slowly, and she is lying in this sea of stuff: books and broken Nintendos and inflatable Bratz cushions and God knows what else except, from somewhere deep inside the heap, her breathing.

NEWYORKER: Natalie

It was unbearably hot inside, and Milonas, who could not see out, assumed he was somewhere deep in the mountains.

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