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We were destined by chemistry and plastic figurines to give it a go.
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You are given with a collage of 4-5 pictures and they all are colligated to each other in some or the other way. One has to ascertain that mutuality. You have to use all the conjectures and surmises made by other participants in order to crack the picture
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She didn't care for the taste. Slightly salty and sweet at the same time, but she let him come in her mouth just the same
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It was an eagle in the waves
Those eyes make no mistake
Especially from a mile high
Blue fish and tuna
Too dumb to run
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Beside her door there was a black squirrel in the dogwood she saw scratched his armpit.
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Melinda said forget the kegger last night, what we’re about to do will help you figure out whether you want to apply here.
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Throughout breakfast Quebec kept watching this investor fellow, John Lytle. She tried remembering something about him, about when they'd first met. Her first impressions were very nearly always correct. But all she could bring to memory now was that it
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Conversation becomes Electra, as do her eyes. Electra’s head is grey, like the head of my Frau Freud, Martha. Her intelligent irises are darkly pigmented, and her sclerae are edged with a dramatic, black line of the sort that Cleopatra affected. In ou
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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Lover’s leap to a bank of smooth shale/
Where I sat drinking beer that past summer/watching a group of hard shell Baptists/line up to be saved in it’s muddy waters
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At the annual Earth Day celebration, Frieda looked up in the sky and saw a lone goose. It had caught her attention with its call, echoing off the buildings and trees.
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When he turns around she has her top off and is climbing out of her skirt. "I don't like old men that much," she says. "We don't have to talk. No one will know."
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I thought the dog was up to someting.
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It scraped at Paul’s brain like a cat’s claw at the door. He hadn’t heard the song in years. Was that the Searchers? The Seekers?
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This was how he circumnavigated people, bartering like a viking setting prices on the edge of an ax-blade.
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Easter the emerald parlor remembered, come yourself to convince me now impose yourself firm to the maroon furrow that is my heart. Interloper, make your mayhem here, where I have been miserable -…
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It was Easter Sunday at the Ezra Baptist Church; everything was dressed in white for the wedding being held after the morning service remembering Christ’s resurrection. The congregation was packed in like sardines with out of town relatives on that day
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Then I found myself in the water.
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I carry extra weight and acne like battle scars and badges. I read this thing online the other night, something that Updike said after Kurt Cobain killed himself and everyone heard about it from Kurt Loder a few minutes before I left for an 8th grade dance where…
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A hinge in my heart is broken.
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She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
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“3.9 million dollars,” she whispered to the window.
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Can you see me dying? 'Not quite',
Said Mummy, 'because it happens
Very slowly all the time.
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The image was startlingly unfamiliar. Looking at it, no one would guess it had been their last attempt, their last failure. No one would believe that they had never really been that way, or that the life they shared was built on mind games, manipulation a
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Lindsey and I are both talking loudly about things we would never talk about in real life, under the impression that this is all somehow instructional for Di. But I think it's really more about us. Di gives us an excuse to talk like two people unjustifiab
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Eating Grief at Bickford's · From Allen Ginsberg's “Kaddish” There are no places anymore Where I can sit at a threadbare table Pick at the crumbs on my plate And wipe The white dust From my pitch …
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Psycho? You dare call me psychopath? I am not some crazy person with but the thinnest belt of sanity wrapped around them! The world will know my story… they shall see! My purgatory... this dripping cell… pen and paper to capture the overflow of words…
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The green skin strains, sea salt collects against the inside of my lips
my tongue presses and twists
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I really hope to deal with you again!
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In the four hundredth year of my million year summer, I fell in love with a woman that used to be a woman.
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