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The Chair 16 ratings
Author: ekkeb

It lay on its side, on the neatly trimmed grass, about 10 feet from the house. A trail of glass shards traced its path from the window where Jonathan stood. Early sunlight filtering through the tree picked out one shard or another as the leaves gently moved. Behind him the rest of the queen anne dining set seemed to shift uneasily in the crisply clean room. A small amount of glass lay on the pale blue Chinese carpet. The rustling, he realized, came from a pair of jays pressing scraps of paper into a nest atop the hutch. He held his hat gently in his hands, slowly curling the brim and rotating it as he thought.

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The Chair	16 ratings
Author: ekkeb

It lay on its side, on the neatly trimmed grass, about 10 feet from the house. A trail of glass shards traced its path from the window where Jonathan stood. Early sunlight filtering through the tree picked out one shard or another as the leaves gently moved. Behind him the rest of the queen anne dining set seemed to shift uneasily in the crisply clean room. A small amount of glass lay on the pale blue Chinese carpet. The rustling, he realized, came from a pair of jays pressing scraps of paper into a nest atop the hutch. He held his hat gently in his hands, slowly curling the brim and rotating it as he thought.