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Now when she speaks to him, he no longer responds with an interrogative but rather a cheery, "You're absolutely right, dear" or "I'll get right on it," or "What a great idea!"
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Last summer our marriage took a direct hit and crashed into a deep pit with little warning when Millicent met a Facebook man and simply left, taking up with him, presenting him with my space in her life to receive her touch and this thought perpetually gnaws away, making me…
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Man waters Earth with his eyes.
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He would lean on his window sill in the evening and watch the whores. They wore gaudy clothes and too much makeup.
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Calm down, I wouldn’t classify this as a sex dungeon.
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I remembered our wedding reception. I tasted the crab cake, pulled her from greeting people, said, you have to try. And she did.
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One sunny morning, a big-bellied ball of yellow fur surveyed a yard full of prospective adopters and ran straight to one.
She’d been chosen.
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Our lives depend on/
engineers
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That evening I sat and watched the sunset. The color of the water changed from blue to black. The sky turned from pink to star-spangled ebony. There was no moon.
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whistling some blithering tune, trotting around the kitchen in his underwear with his ribs, a long row of meatless tragedies that screamed for something other than the meal he was making.
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One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
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I stared out the window, the fog creeped up the Avenues like a spectator.
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If you’re not dead yet, you’ll die of something.
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Rerunning, now it's published.
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Once upon a time I was definitely a writer. I told tales everywhere and even wrote them down. Every one was a fabrication woven around a morsel of truth. Many accused me of putting them in my tales and ruining their reputations.…
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But I came back around, after Robert Kennedy got shot, with one hand up your skirt and the other on the gear shift...
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Before I published anything in a literary magazine, I was rejected by literary magazines, dozens of them, and these rejections gave birth to one of my more strange and long-lived art projects.
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He wore his hip in his hips, his lipsShe wanted to know if he would lick the edgesWhen he pulled the coffee cup from his mouthA bit of foam clung to his moustacheShe watched it there, wondering if he wouldTwirl it off with his fingersOr lick it, his tongue darting out like…
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7. Using Cohen's Method of Structure craft a piece of fiction featuring unexpected conflict. (12 points)
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My life is life in shape alone./
The substance leaks away like blood/
removed by the embalmer’s art.
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She likes his smile and Cajun accent, his earring and dangerous ink.
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Put down your bazooka, Marianne.
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I don't usually take bets, / but I took this one.
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"Baby, he turned gray and dead before he hit the floor".
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You hear the thrum of blowflies first...
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That was one option. Another was to assemble all the resident grunts...on one side of the island, jump up and down in unison, flip it over, and see if life on the bottom was any better.
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She was still alive when I started to write the story of her life, called Lucy's Story, about her recovery from catnip, but it was not the real story. In the fake story, she took the subway to A.A.
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