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#281: If you make it to the end on this one, I'll send you $1,000 in cash and a bag of apples. Your choices are Granny Smith and Fuji. I can also pay you in euros if that helps.
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“If 'neighbor' applies to women who covet—'deliriously desire'—husbands from Angers, then one day he'll be your husband's neighbor," I say.
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it's the very words that are the problem
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As the music concludes, I'm finally in control of my emotions . . .
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There will always be some
who misread the dance
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In the St. Mark's Bar and Grill romance is a speedy thing, a blurred whir of grope, kiss, connect. The tricky thing is timing: to leave in time for the boozy love of the hour to carry through to full, naked contact. Some succeed of course. Others overstay, hang past the…
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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It's the little things that trip us
up: a small hole in a level field,
an innocuous root in a well-trod
path, a disinclined sidewalk...
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I'd kill a gas attendant in Playa Del Mar.
You'd read stained romance novels in motel rooms, while I oiled the gun and laughed on the phone, to no one.
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he thought of her / longingly
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In all my marriage stories, I am both victim and hero.
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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Lou Reed was sitting in CBGB,
I was sitting on Greenwich Ave. and West 10th street.
I didn't know him then and I didn't know him later either,
but we were both there.
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Unseen, he slides through cracks, unbound, liquid fear of mothers.
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The woman carried a wooden log which was her husband into the house.
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One day we turn a corner, and two fat little doggies spot us and come running up. Oh, they are so glad to see us!
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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you think it knows about getting us as far as wehave, to the here we are now boathouse where we can stop holding onto our worldweary chains so much. How else can I slap this thing into a new clay pot for you? All those things that are…
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I could have written her as is with long bushy hair, skinned knees, overhauls, blueberry stains on her fingers and teeth because she eats them too much. I love her better this way, blueberry-stained and wild....
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Hey, Y'all! Like I told y'all, I checked myself into this what you call a “ facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag. I quit MySpace and that got me a reduced rate. Things are…
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Brian takes off his size eleven shoe and shakes it out on the table.
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homelessness, you called the lie,
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It's time, more than anything
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The boy giggled, splashing his father and howling at the cold.
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She was as distant as Mao, someone I never met, but whom everyone carried in their eyes,
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I was squatting in the living room at the party handling foreign currency. Two W.A.S.P. men in dark grey suits—we were partygoers new to each other—told us to keep the money. We removed the bills from a black leather album.
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