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  1. Lewis Carroll _ Through the Looking-Glass and

    You alarm me!' said the King. 'I feel faint-Give me a ham sandwich!'On which the Messenger, to Alice's great amusement, opened a bag that hung round his neck, and handed a sandwich to the King, who devoured it greedily.'Another sandwich!' said the King.'There's nothing but hay left now,' the Messenger said, peeping into the bag.'Hay, then,' the King murmured in a faint whisper.Alice was glad to see that it revived him a good deal. 'There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint,' he remarked to her, as he munched away.'I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,' Alice suggested: 'or some .''I didn't say there was nothing ,' the King replied. 'I said there was nothing it.' Which Alice did not venture to deny.
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  2. Nick Hornby _ A Long Way Down

    Maybe if I separate the coincidences out, push them further apart, you might believe them more. One the other hand, I don't care whether you believe them, because they're true. And in any case, I still can't decide whether they are coincidences or not, these things: Perhaps getting something you want is never a coincidence. If you want a cheese sandwich and you get a cheese sandwich, that can't be a coincidence, can it? And by the same token, if you want a job and you get a job, that can't be a coincidence either. These things can only be coincidental if you think you have no power over your life at all.
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  3. Gail Honeyman _ Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely

    The gilded confines of the Beauty Hall were not my preferred habitat; like the chicken that had laid the eggs for my sandwich, I was more of a free-range creature.
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  4. Aimee Bender _ The Particular Sadness of

    Does it work with sandwiches? he asked.I didn't move. He handed it over. George was watching with a kind of neutral curiosity, and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, so I just unwrapped it and took a bite. It was a homemade ham-and-cheese-and-mustard sandwich, on white bread, with a thin piece of lettuce in the middle. Not bad, in the food part. Good ham, flat mustard from a functional factory. Ordinary bread. Tired lettuce-pickers. But in the sandwich as a whole, I tasted a kind of yelling, almost. Like the sandwich itself was yelling at me, yelling love me, love me, really loud.
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