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I envisioned bound feet of ancient Asian women who wore embroidered slippers that hid grotesque disfigurements.
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I could never be a chef.Preparing creations that will merely be consumed.If I were a chef,I'd have to create dishes that required chewingand chewing and chewing.I'd find it better for my dishes to be destroyed in the mouth.Remembered for their…
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We watch the news together every day.
10 minutes total; flashes of tragedy broken up with fluffy current events.
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A sardonic moon/
surveys our plight and cackles.
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The sand felt warm, the way it usually was on Saturday afternoons in Seaside Heights; face down on the beach under a hot July sun that burned my back and shoulders
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You call the shit in this paper news? ‘Dog Accidentally Shoots Man With His Own Gun, Swedish Man Bursts Into Flames on Train Platform, The Truth About Elvis's Hidden Extraterrestrial Daughter.' Seriously? Enough about Elvis already.
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I had felt suddenly lighter and next thing I knew I was watching Leonard Tucker and Sister William from somewhere near the ceiling. I saw myself, too, at my desk, holding my songbook out in front of me like everyone else.
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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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Mary ran her cake business in a way she could never have run her marriage. It was by appointment only, full deposit, partial refund (and this purely at her own discretion). Business was terrific and she had to turn down job after job. She only made…
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One year, she got a kite.
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He wore his hip in his hips, his lipsShe wanted to know if he would lick the edgesWhen he pulled the coffee cup from his mouthA bit of foam clung to his moustacheShe watched it there, wondering if he wouldTwirl it off with his fingersOr lick it, his tongue darting out like…
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Watching water fall in the longest waterfall/
becomes immediately tedious
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No fear of that, / he assured her,
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... her hair spills like spinach all the way down to her backpack, the top pocket where the bowl and the cinnamon estrange themselves from the coffee.
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Things don’t happen here, life is so boring in this little Irish town.
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None of us ever thought this would happen.
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She wrapped her legs around him. His hand barely held the rope and later he could not have said if it happened above or below the water’s surface.
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Follow me around a bit.
Let me walk you through the rooms, structures, and clouds of my being that reveal junk drawers of "collectibles."
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“Do you think she paints?”
“Her face, a little, But don’t you find her kind of bony?”
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She comes in with her white bag with its floral patterns scattered, almost accidentally, all around it
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with cool confidence
and believable body language
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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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After court, the three of us skipped third period, walked down to the river and huddled under the 6th Street Bridge.
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Jack thinks I should carry a loaded gun in my purse.
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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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I’m maybe only four. Not smoking cigarettes found in street gutters yet. That will come the next year, when I’m five. Maybe when I’m six, and Andy’s five, my pal from across the street. That’s my tricycle parked behind this pack of kids that look to be ne
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your matching glasses up to mine in the fake air anymore, or click your widening fingernails against the hard bed railings in protest of anything you might be feeling in the floating silt-like depths of your jagged nerves, but…
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in his thin, swanky
black leather jacket
out on the town at night
in Mexico with his girlfriend
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The rustling of the dry leaves when he moved even slightly sounded like thunder to him, and he was sure if any of the other kids from the neighborhood got too close, it was the noise that would end up giving him away.
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