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The sweetness turns your tongue inside out, and the texture of the cake on your inside-out tongue makes you feel all at once like you're in love, and like you're a child again.
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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"This ain't your Dot, not anymore," said Barry Hannah.
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a midge smothered
in the light of disarray
crawls back into the sage
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Reginald sat at the opposite end of the salesman’s desk, half-heartedly flipping through a large three ring binder of carpet swatches. Different thicknesses. Different colors. Purple for the adventurous. Beige for the safe. Animal patterns, abstract pat
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The grumblings ceased. A pre-introductory hush settled over the small, assembled crowd. We knew it was coming.
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“Wait, so you’re Burt Lancaster? You’re not tall enough to be Burt Lancaster.” I popped a hand over my mouth. Wine as truth serum would do me no favors.
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One could count fifty moons hanging in the sky, in rows and columns of smaller skies.
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Sometime that night I heard one; you get so you know when they’re coming in low down the valley or set up high over the coastals and I was sure about it.
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Through by the sands and the rocks we were going and the lake liquid had tumbled the stones by the thousands so that while the water was still we could see agates and yellow jaspers and other or even the odd and misspent piece of rounded glass green or white safe…
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Normally, Aidan looked like a guy. A highly feminine guy, but still a guy. He wore his hair in a buzz cut (a turn on of mine), wore tight clothes, worked out so he had a bit of muscle, but nothing over the top. And he was my guy.
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It was Christopher who got her thinking about the Jews again. He had left the same day they did, and so all were connected in her mind, as if together somehow. She read his letters half-wondering if he would mention them, wanting to know if the Jews were
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The laptop has ruined the sanctity of the library. And so I get up and go see Queen Jane.
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As I ducked down into the back of the car, the ground shone diamonds just for me. It all seemed as ash.
Jewels had lost their splendor.
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He ignored them, and started quoting from his movies. "How many dicks is THAT?"
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When painting the field, how did you learn yellow lines superseded blue, that the farthest oak is chalk...
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The White House released only a short-form pedigree certificate, which “breeders” claim bears signs of alteration. “The ‘K’ in the middle of ‘AKC’ is longer than the other letters, like an El Greco on an acid trip.”
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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On the drive home they are silent, like diffident strangers sharing a bus bench, though sometimes she rests her hand lightly on his leg, and when she does that his arm brushes against hers as he switches gears.
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God damn you women get me all /
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
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I know it’s nobody’s fault, and that one thing had nothing to do with the other, because it was this way for me since I was born; they just didn’t figure it out for a while that with one of my ears I could hardly hear, and with the other, I couldn
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I hope you'll have the time to read this before your attention wanders.
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"You think life is supposed to be easy? Whoever told you that? My life is anything but easy; still you don't hear me whining all over the place. And, trust me, I could teach you a thing or two about suffering.
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If you outlive me, she said, it won't be because I smoke but because of what you put me through when you quit.
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I took up smoking just to show the world how easy it was to quit. It’s been five months now, and my wife is wondering why I haven’t yet.
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After the affair was over, she told her husband she’d been smoking. Obviously he didn’t know, but he knew. One can never hide the fact that one has been smoking.
He said he could smell it on her.
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He makes eye contact with his wife and grunts “Unh-huh,” but as soon as she begins to talk again his eye reverts to the bar to ogle a zaftig wine waitress with thick upper arms and a tattoo on the small of her back.
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Saturday night in the suburbs west of Boston. As Pancho Sanza and I drift wearily from one upscale restaurant to another, we see an endless parade of husbands whose indifference to their wives borders on cruelty.
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