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Francesco tried to fix Oriana's face in his mind as he blindly walked to the taxi queue.
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Sitting on the couch when we got cable television, on that first day. Pressing buttons that sounded like the slap that your attention span would take as you made your way through the twenty, thirty, forty channels. As you grew older, the amount of channel
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Finally my daughter emerges from behind the silver curtain, riding piggy-back on a gigantic proboscis monkey. She's preoccupied by his nose, and wrings it like a wet dishrag with both hands. If it hurts he's not showing it.
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It’s that, really, nothing else could be
Sleep and Poetry, Mr. Keats
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It's important to sound
human, I know
To get fragile
near your
mother
I myself
get glimpses
now and then
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Professor Immanuel Danda finished his Ph.D. at 21, which, according to most of his friends and a few of his enemies, makes him a genius, though, personally, he always found himself to be a scruffy loser, if one were to believe, above all else, the mirror
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Their tongues were dry, her milk was gone, and the last bit of water in the plastic jug had evaporated.
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Sometimes/in the middle of the night/awake under a panoply/as caustic as Doré/illustrating Dante
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“We should go again,” said Krishna.
But Iqbal didn’t reply. He sipped his tea like he hadn’t heard, but a tremor passed through his right shoulder. His left arm was bandaged, and the wrist and lower arm were in a c
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In the blue of the yard the twins boil and scrape,
twisting about beneath the sycamore tree.
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“What would you get? What should you give a lady who’s one hundred for her birthday?”
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The rhythm of my breathing
is a litany of regret.
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From the opening bars that conjure up the sounds of European auto horns, "Parisian Thoroughfare" is as light as French pastry, as free and airy as a skirt blown by the wind.
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For ten minutes I would have to sit perfectly still on the edge of her bed, thinking of Road Runner and the Flash and wishing I could do anything but sit there with my feet in warm, foamy water.
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Not to sound too ridiculous, but Hurt was giving me the hurt, and it felt good.
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Where I sit here clad in armour by the stars, I do not think of you; those thoughts are over. Beneath the silver here is light enough, To make me ponder by a lighter way. Beyond the bronze óf our sun and the others That haply rein the…
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"You're going to have to call me 'dead eye' after I get this possum."
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“You think it’s a self-castrating suicide note or a self-righteous freedom speech?”
“Probably just the ramblings of a madman, pissed he lost a company baseball game.”
“Fuckin-A, Pete! Double-murder suicide for a baseball game? Ain’t nobody that craz
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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He had no idea about the first three cards - what he would call the flop - which looked dubious and full of danger.
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They prize how she makes shit up on short notice
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Judith was a bed wetter. Judith was a first-year college student and she was embarrassed that she wet the bed.
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At first she kept repeating "I don’t know why he's doing this" as if the cops thought she was mixed up in it somehow. When they convinced her that all she needed to do was talk to her brother and tell him to give himself up, she looked hopeless.
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And it seemed that, just a little more—and the solution would be found, and then a new, beautiful life would begin; and it was clear to both of them that the end was still far off, and that the most complicated and difficult part was just beginning.
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I linger and pretend that I’m not there,
you find me in the end but I’ll not dare
to speak the words I only know to write.
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The phone rang. Pete wiped his heavy eyes and squinted so he could see. He looked at the clock. It was five o’clock in the morning. He rolled over and tucked his head under his pillow. The phone rang again. He ignored it. It rang again. He picked up.
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...when the doctor scrapes the baby out, he cuts out all the things that make babies, too...
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Then there was this short little girl, Jo Ann, who had a daughter and was divorced, who lived next door to my buddy Andy. She told me right after we did it one night that she had always wanted to have sex with me when she was growing up, as a teenager, I
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