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The Operations Management Guru was visiting the twenty-fourth floor on Tuesday, and everyone at the company was wicked with fear.
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185853
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The summer everyone read Faulkner, I read Hemingway. Out of spite.
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185865
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Looking over the crowd in the arcade is like looking over a crowd of zombies.
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185851
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The light against the nylon walls of the tent gets me feeling a little down. The air's wet inside, but it's warm. The whole world outside is creaking and chirping, everything that wakes up with the dawn's first tepid blue light does so and starts making n
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A Vicious Deer
The man came across the hall to talk to us.
He was buying some paintings.
He had a white deer on a leash.
Fosca (our Malamute) said: “That's a vicious deer.”
She kept putting her paw on its shoulder.
I said: “You bet
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185752
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They are really living (they)
say things they don't mean
. . .
Do not know what they say
Take the path without heart,
seeing the image
. . .
The moon rises above them
It does not move their blood
Nothing calls out to their blo
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I forgot how masterful you are, way better than a pickpocket. After our meeting, I drove home with one hand. It felt funny but I figured I'd absentmindedly put the other in my purse or tossed it into the backseat with my jacket. In my…
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185712
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Sawyer walked toward the lone house with the sentinel trees.
Behind him there were no tracks in the snow.
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1857117
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I am so happy to see winter almost gone
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185721
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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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185732
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your olive-pitting thumbs
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185642
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So if we all have an idea what goes down when the young person at the cash register (the registerista?) asks, “Can I help you?” then we all know there’s a different way to habla at Seattle’s gift to the world.
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1856148
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It's not loneliness I'm afraid of. It's how I would be happy to be alone too much.
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Letter(s)The sky set itself on fire, butit really didn't make a whole lot of difference. Birdsknew not to worry any more thanusual. Trees thought and made the mostof their landscapes as a way ofbeing modern and yet timeless. It's onlypeople who suffer from too much…
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185642
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Flush, a sputter, and the water level rises, slowly. Flush again.
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185643
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Simmi's only been in New York three weeks, but the second night she was here Buck took her to a coffee place he knew, and now Simmi makes sure he takes her there every night...
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We honor fierce, quick, cunning/
thought-in-action types
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18552915
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In a rousing show of support for guns and the owners who love them, the Legislature passed and Governor Greg Abbott gleefully signed a law proclaiming April 15 as Take Your Gun to Work Day in Texas.
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185512
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[DO NOT READ BETWEEN THIS LINE ... CITIZEN!]
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185554
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Are you asleep? He says.
Wake up.
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18553914
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Where seldom is heard
an encouraging word
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He hid in parks and abandoned apartment houses until his wounds healed. He ate nuts, berries, and seeds. A shy, gentle soul, he watched children playing on the monkey bars, and thought of his lost youth.
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185533
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Portions of my heart and bones
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185533
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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185431
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I sit in my chemise like a forgotten rag doll on the stool before my vanity. My body is postured towards nothing in particular, my gaze keeps returning to vacant; it’s far preferable to any fixed sight it could find.
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1854115
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She wears a green and pink bikini and walks real slow, poking her chest out so people will notice her.
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1854159
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The violin hung on the wall after that, a witness.
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185421
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She used to think of him as someone to entertain with charming lies, but things evolve in unexpected ways.
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185421
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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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There are no city-chewed streets,/
only white and lilac blooming dogwood trees.
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