1963 17 16
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Ed wants to watch the last half of the football game. His wife wants him to mow the lawn.
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1359 17 7
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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1882 17 8
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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1550 17 11
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Pholcidae...Daddy Long-Legs
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2173 17 5
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I turn my head. Time starts running.
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1678 17 14
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This morning I heard her downstairs trying to get away silently. I knew she would write a short goodbye note. I knew it would tell me her reason for leaving —she had to be free of my indifference. I dressed, finished my coffee, backed out of the driveway and went to…
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1558 17 13
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This year we have no need of spring!
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1524 17 9
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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2172 17 7
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Real men don’t screw around in Canada, he confided to the strawberry blonde sitting beside him at the Houston bar. He’d bought her a couple of beers, and her body language said she was interested.
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1733 16 4
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He ran his forefinger round the rim of the lid then sucked at his fingertip. The texture's like chalk, he thought, it tastes of earth. He hadn't anticipated this — but dipped his finger in again and swallowed. It was like scraping his tongue against a blackboard on…
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1996 16 11
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Poor souls. Likely they'll be poets.
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2434 16 11
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Walking in to work from an unfamiliar direction, I saw her, on a street I had never been down before. I was coming from his place, for the first time, after the first time. The first time, but not the first date. That's not me. I'm not one to... not one who... He worked…
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1697 16 16
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To See Who's There Able these days to search through centuries, I click, scribble, cut and paste, skim, reject, record, resurrect a wet stone wall, the smell of burning peat. Bob's your uncle, Peggy's …
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2120 16 13
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1582 16 9
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How a breeze feels evaporating sweat on neck and forearms.
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3211 16 10
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I’m practically naked; coral sundress, very damp panties, black with lace insets. I know I still smell like pussy.
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1753 16 13
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Suddenly a hand shot up on the other side of a hedge. “I’ll have one of those!” cried someone who remained invisible.
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2346 16 11
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the cheek of you! to dream/ upon my sheets in schoolboy peace/ when here i lie,/ each second spent/ a tranquilized tiger cursed with awareness/ for all the flesh so near its maw.
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1719 16 17
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If I wanted cautious I wouldn't be in her bed. She would only sleep with her husband. Adultery is not for pussies. So I dive back into the conversation which has made my dick limp and ask where I'm wrong in our post-coital chatter and she says it doesn't
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1875 16 8
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This latest married man who lives at a great distance has leeched her energy in that very particular way such men do. Next to him, I am as interesting as long division.
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1859 16 15
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One by one I lost my desires.
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1131 16 10
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My first winter in Massachusetts feels medieval: cold, dark, and endless.
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1347 16 12
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ARROGANT MAGNOLIA, the first to open all, poised ten feet above our fuss. …
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1258 16 15
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1637 16 8
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Their specialty is the roasted Australian hare, long ears intact, arranged on a bed of sassafras.
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1427 16 8
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I watch the seagulls making their quacking noises
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1620 16 8
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Her clothing style varies from grunge to glamor and . . . she always looks good.
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1230 16 3
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There are two, though, that stayed for more than just a little while: Marvin and Oscar. Marvin was married and that's all I have to say about that. Oscar wasn't and it seemed as though he wasn't planning on getting married either. What a petty man he was.
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1572 16 14
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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2137 16 14
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ornery women / in tall hats, suspender dads, kids deformed with / ribbons
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