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1. Think up problems that don’t exist
2. Realize, suddenly, that they don’t exist
3. Elation
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A cloud of light, white smoke floated out of the driver’s side window. Nate and Zach sat on the front bench seat, talked, and puffed away. “Breath in and say Mom is coming,” said Zach.
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The Nurse left work at five o’clock, walking down Dekalb Avenue toward Flatbush. He didn’t frequent the bar closest to the hospital, although he guessed other nurses and doctors from Brooklyn Hospital did. But he liked to pretend that he cared about h
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My friend says there's some kind of bug that bites its mate's head off after they have sex.
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First, the title: How George Bush And the Lovely Danielle Saved Planet Earth From Zork the Galactic Destroyer. A little unwieldy perhaps but still, a grabber. Already you're thinking, George Bush? Saving Earth? Did he die by his own fucking hand?…
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20611911
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I describe mine as uterine-based hysteria or Sex Test.
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206172
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They waited until the crowd was gone before making their move. Gill kept watch while Warren bypassed the lock.
“You sure about this?” Gill whispered. Voices echoed down the hall of the museum.
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206111
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I bet if I went back, Old Stradlater would still be combing his gorgeous locks in front of the same goddam mirror.
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It's eerie. There are no birds. My friend and I take our morning walk in a bubble of silence.
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Jack, man in black, sporting manicured talons, his smile an iced knife.
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I get that drunk feeling right before it starts to rain. The sky is dark and heavy and the clouds break open with a flash and suddenly there is water running down all of the windows like one million pairs of eyes crying hard. The street is suddenly …
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But do come close enough for me to hear.
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I peeled off a hundred. For the screwdriver, I said. The kid shook his head, made a pushing-away gesture. You need it worse’n I do right now, he said.
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I turned on the television last night, and one of the networks had a segment about a girl with no nose.
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You came to me In the self made calm Causing quite a storm You want me to rejoice and relax? Not knowing my fears Shall we ever fly?
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On Day 1122 at 4:14 AM the door which has remained since installation firmly glued to the masonry behind opens and a man emerges blinking shielding his eyes against fine stinging snow.
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206066
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ghosts are local plagues/of unexpended grief—tears/can't be bodiless.
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1. The Walking Heart Attack Man has two outfits. In the summer he dresses in a short sleeve checkered button down shirt and high waisted Bermuda shorts with sandals. In the winter he wears dark pants and loafers with a gray corduroy coat…
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A recent book reveals that nature documentaries are staged. Shocked by such claims we went on location to discover for ourselves the behind-the-scenes manipulations and more. Director: “You'll spot the wildebeest, freeze, and then charge. Okay? And try to bring…
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205900
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Remember the glass changing room just off the pool terrace? It's been replaced by a juice bar. Seems fitting, really.
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20592011
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...you lick you ice cream, little pink tongue like a cat's, flick, flick... lick fast, girl, the heat's gonna melt it...
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205920
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“I am NOT a hooker.”
“What exactly are you, then?” Marlene raised her slim eyebrows. Her almond shaped eyes and high-cut bangs gave her the appearance of a 1950s Barbie doll.
“Well…” I stirred my coffee and looked down. I wasn't sure wh
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There he was. Minnesota Fats, short and pudgy, jowly and blond-haired.
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the Great Way itself is very smooth and straight,/but folks take to the challenge of rough, wild roads.
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The transformation in their domineering, sour mother revised her children’s memories of their childhoods.
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. . . clinging to life in a shroud of winter air. It veered up five flights to a sweltering summer night on the roof . . .
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At the time I first went to work for Mr. Byron my family was in a sorrowful state. My dad, much as I can recall, was one of those roving kinds, called himself a carpenter or contractor, depending on the kind of job he was aspiring to, and was subject to f
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The summer everyone read Faulkner, I read Hemingway. Out of spite.
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Mr. Lowell knelt down and put his face in his hands, his knees quickly covered in blood. Sobs.
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Where truth is revealed
To all, transparency
In policy, including
The REAL reasons
We are at war.
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