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At five o’clock in the afternoon, at five o’clock / in the afternoon
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1863117
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I am so happy to see winter almost gone
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186242
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He could smell the vestiges of alcohol on his folks. They’d let him stay up till midnight to mark the new year, and his mother had sneaked him a taste of her whisky. He remembered now what she’d last said before sending him off to bed, how strange it soun
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18621312
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He introduced me to key lime pie, and for this alone I would have loved him forever. It was an innocent time for me, and I was easy to please.
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18621616
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There were one hundred titles on the list. One hundred books that could neither be assigned nor put on a recommended reading list.
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18622111
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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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186262
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Whoever came up with the term kismet is an absolute moron. There isn't a single reason, or word, that can describe what exactly my brain has concocted in the face of him. No, kismet isn't what makes it happen. It's my own stupidity..
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1861134
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. . . she didn’t bow her head.
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186152
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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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186112
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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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186132
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She was legally blind. He felt comfortable knowing she couldn’t see him very clearly.
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18601313
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We honor fierce, quick, cunning/
thought-in-action types
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186031
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Dizzy but still alive
Inside this conversation
I ask if you have a sister
And if she'll know me
If I'm with you.
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186031
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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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186054
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Are you asleep? He says.
Wake up.
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1860159
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The violin hung on the wall after that, a witness.
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Where seldom is heard
an encouraging word
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186044
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["This is not a snippet of text. This is only a test."]
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186098
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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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186051
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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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185920
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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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185987
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Megan beat up on herself later over the unsaid.
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185911
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What? No, no, where did my world go? I was in the middle of… something. What's going on? What's stroking my face?
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18592411
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whistling some blithering tune, trotting around the kitchen in his underwear with his ribs, a long row of meatless tragedies that screamed for something other than the meal he was making.
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185921
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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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185942
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The stern tone of the chairwoman made him miss his mother, the snap of her accusations, the sting of her belt on the backs of his legs.
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185933
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Portions of my heart and bones
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185932
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your olive-pitting thumbs
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185942
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Flush, a sputter, and the water level rises, slowly. Flush again.
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185842
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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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