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The corridor was longer than it had been, but that was only because I was walking it slowly. I had a key in my pocket. I knew this the way you know things in the morning before you are properly awake, not by checking but by a kind of trust, and I trusted it completely,…
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I drive by the cemetery....
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As the family gathered for cocktail hour, my nephew asked me to bring him a virgin daquiri—and I answered that I could, but by the time I brought it to him, it would just be a daquiri.
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She’s dancing in a summer field giddy with love of Orpheus when a goddamn viper bites her bare ankle. Why not a bee or even, forchristsake, a nasty yellowjacket? She’s instantly dead.
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"...racing by like a many-headed serpent,
the hydra of Greek mythology."
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The last human poet got up slowlyand walked over to his window. It looked to be a sunny morning through the blinds. Blue bellied sky, parading its fat ass around everywhere. Across the street, pink and white blossoms, left to play on their own,…
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