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First Lines, 11/17/17

First lines of the novel I failed to write today:

"The faint smell of kerosene hung in the air. Robyn liked that smell.

She often lit that old Coleman lantern late at night, before curling up on the couch, waiting for him to get home from the bar. The light it cast on the outdated portrait of Pope John Paul II made her feel a tiny bit better. Safer…”