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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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18652015
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Feminine, safe, though disembodied,/
she shapes your life in ways/
your mother never could.
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Her pudgy face, flour-coated and sugary and so life-nurturing in the past, had a different spark now, a searching look I’d seen as soon as she opened the door.
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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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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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186484
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None of us ever thought this would happen.
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1864228
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"Ha ha!" I said triumphantly, "I've got some left and you don't!"
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1864219
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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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18641312
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But by day the birds / of prey were in control.
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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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1864115
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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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“Do you think she paints?”
“Her face, a little, But don’t you find her kind of bony?”
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For my Dad
Happy Father's Day!
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1863115
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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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186220
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Duh. It’s all the same sky. Instead I nod, and don’t say anything.
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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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1862139
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Things don’t happen here, life is so boring in this little Irish town.
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186264
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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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186251
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The waitress says,
“That’s a memory,”
as the smoke dances around her head.
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186243
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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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186211
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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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We're not here for idle chit-chat, or ESPN, or fish tacos.
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186142
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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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When the planes crashed,when the levees broke,when the ground shook,there was a song I dreamed of,humming subsonic,a chorus of voices and prayersuncorked like the little brown jugthat holds all the love and memories.In the outback, Aborigines believewe create the world by…
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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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“I don’t want to scare you,” the stewardess says, “but there are ten police officers waiting for you outside the plane.”
I reach into the diaper bag and grab an Elmo raspberry/pear cereal bar, rip it open, take a bite, sip some apple juice fr
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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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In sleep their bodies drift between the sheets until they find each other.
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with cool confidence
and believable body language
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