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Feminine, safe, though disembodied,/
she shapes your life in ways/
your mother never could.
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186221
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"Look at this," she says while thumbing through the guide book, "look at what we can do on Jooga Booga island. Says here, 'Parasailing over the sapphire blue sea, one soars hundred of feet above water-skiers, boaters, and snorkelers, and the picture is b
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18621911
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It's been sixteen days since I spoke with another soul. I don't mind much, but I know enough about people to know most would think I'm mighty odd. Muriel, for example. She'd be pissed as all get out. …
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1862129
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Harpo sits and looks at something I can't see. I drink beer and ask him questions. I ask him how they found the cancer. Backache, he says. He went to see a doctor.
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186100
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In se'enties style serenading strut
A passin all the pretty birds in kin',
The feathered Stetson ‘clipsin crimson suit,
A whistlin Dixie blues ‘cross county-lines.
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186141
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Refuse to go to the church service, even though you already missed the funeral. Tell his mother something came up. Call his phone over and over, just to hear his voice, until his mother asks you to stop. Make a recording of his voicemail. Delete it an
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1861139
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Things don’t happen here, life is so boring in this little Irish town.
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186100
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No news spreads faster than news of a death. Word of the death of a child can be heard simultaneously in a thousand places. . . the word spread by telephone, in back yards from clothesline to clothesline, with whispers in grocery stores, in the looks on faces stunned into…
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1861219
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There is a small church in the south of Italy, with a stained-glass window depicting the sister of John The Baptist.
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1861115
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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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1861115
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i.More and more, for Megan LeMaster, each beginning was its own end. She couldn't bear to buy flowers or dresses that seemed too beautiful. Friendships formed, endured, gave out in a handshake. Each deed in life had an immediate, inescapable…
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186134
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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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186064
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Gorgonzola. It's what she was to bring this time. Plumtree's potted meat. What it was last time.
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186042
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So it was cancer. And so he was screwed, royally screwed. He was screwed all the more because he knew how screwed he was. He had to carry the shame of knowing, as much as he wanted to deny it, that this had been his first thought when he found out about h
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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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But by day the birds / of prey were in control.
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186084
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I want crazy at my funeral. I want clowns, a petting zoo, fireworks, craps tables, male and female strippers, and a three-person band composed of old men wearing striped vests, black pants, and straw hats: one plays a banjo, another on tuba, and…
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"Ah, finally the rain stopped pouring!" She opens the window to let the sticky air out of the house. The colours outside have changed. The air is clear and the sky turns into light pink while the sun is drowning at the horizon. She takes a deep breath. The…
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186070
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"Do you have to call your brother a loser? He is not a loser and that was just uncalled for"
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The waitress says,
“That’s a memory,”
as the smoke dances around her head.
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185932
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“You wanna fight.”
And I say yes.
And he says –
“First, we gotta make out.”
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185911
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I spent the whole day at Oliveira's, writing furiously in my notebooks. The words came pouring out. Just before seven, Darrell picked me up. I grew anxious driving down to Parker's studio because it was in a bad area on the border between Oakland
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185811
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In sleep their bodies drift between the sheets until they find each other.
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1858139
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with cool confidence
and believable body language
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185833
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Blacked-out out on junk, I bet money on a sport I hated just last year.
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1858228
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"Ha ha!" I said triumphantly, "I've got some left and you don't!"
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18582118
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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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We're not here for idle chit-chat, or ESPN, or fish tacos.
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Duh. It’s all the same sky. Instead I nod, and don’t say anything.
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