1911 13 12
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But by day the birds / of prey were in control.
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191162
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The question posed a voluptuous riddle. Were these frenzied silhouettes
gestures of Jackson Pollock’s dribble?
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1911215
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You got a lot of people, out there
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191000
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Seven black and orange Tortoise-shell kittens nursed in a crate the day Sue returned from rehab, to her parent's Atlanta home.
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191000
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A night bird lands on the windowsill with a struggling copper moth in its beak. The bird cocks its head at Rasmus, then swallows the clockwork insect in a gulp before flying away.
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1910129
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Some time ago, I began to write you letters with the idea of helping your newspaper become a more complete map of our little shared world.
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191001
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I wonder how much time she has left. I think she’s seventeen. I don’t know for sure because she was already grown when I got her from the pound, just before Christmas, years ago this was --back when I had hair and hope.
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191097
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1The Bird King has fallen in lovewith a radiator.He adoresher pockmarked skin,her neurotic arias,her coldness,her impulsive warmth. 2Tiring of his dalliance with the radiator,the Bird King woos an armchair.She's amply upholsteredand groans dreamilywhen he sits on…
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191051
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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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191054
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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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191000
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He heard her crying out behind the curtain that had been drawn around the bed. Each cry was more strained than the last. She complained about the burning, called the nurses "putane" and threatened to rip out the device they'd inserted into her. He sat t
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191000
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Jack thinks I should carry a loaded gun in my purse.
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191033
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Other things are on my mind when the Tupperware lady says, "First, let's move your couch over by the door and the table here."
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190973
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He had an addiction to elevating himself to higher levels of potential: some would call this ambition.
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1909106
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It’s always fun and easy/
to punish the poor
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190986
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“Mules don’t like to dive, Esther.”
“I said maybe, Hugh. Maybe.”
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190942
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Martin named it “Squishy” for two reasons. The first reason was because it was the noise it made when it came out of the hole in his basement. The second is because it’s what it did to Grandfather...
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1909103
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He wanted me to learn the business, to become the son he always wanted but never had. I eagerly complied.
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190953
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I hoped I did not look as panicked as I tried not to feel.
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19092015
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Feminine, safe, though disembodied,/
she shapes your life in ways/
your mother never could.
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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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190912
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Phil was scared.
Not of his own shadow, but of the three men from ConAgra who'd dropped a duffel bag of green outside his den the week before.
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190911
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It broke through the surface of the suburban world and shattered it into pieces, fragments of dreams and amazement. She was not the same as she had been a moment before. It was an epiphany she couldn't put her finger on.
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190963
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Seph loved to scare her mother in the garden by picking up a worm with the tines of her gardening fork and chasing her with it, the dirty-pink body twisting on the end. Dee would scream a little, always eyes on the worm, and run slowly, as if…
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190933
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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19091311
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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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On the bus I sat like an ounce.
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In the St. Mark's Bar and Grill romance is a speedy thing, a blurred whir of grope, kiss, connect. The tricky thing is timing: to leave in time for the boozy love of the hour to carry through to full, naked contact. Some succeed of course. Others overstay, hang past the…
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190843
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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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190886
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She sees Connick Jr. now has a microphone. He is singing “All of Me” as if he meant her to take all of him.
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