608.

It is weird watching yourself on TV.

607.

She had run out of words.

606.

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605.

The man had curry smeared all over his mouth, and he asked, "Ke yi gei wo wu mao? wo yao da bus."

604.

She felt tired, in a defeated sort of way.

603.

Since the invention of the Word processor, she stopped learning how to spell new words.

602.

The Bougainvillea grew all over the Frangipani tree, crowning the white with brilliant pink.

601.

One night, an ocean crossed.

600.

It seemed as if something was missing.

599.

She is hot!

598.

Art is copied.

597.

They found it at Norfolk.

596.

She wouldn't have made a difference if she had waited, but she wanted to get it out of her mind as quickly as possible.

595.

Two shirts on a single hanger, stained with blood.

594.

She shrugged off the compliment.

593.

For this same reason: it is technically impossible to live forever.

592.

It is technically impossible to reach a million, so why do I bother?

591.

Which is worse? Being locked up in a prison cell, or beng locked in your own body by stroke?

590.

Page 166, Bus 166, the number criss-crossed in her life.

589.

Withered hope.

588.

Withered flowers tied to a blue sign: serious accident, 7 February, 12:39am.