1938 6 3
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I am at a wedding with a new girlfriend. The bride is her old college roommate. I don't really know anyone else here. The wedding is being held at a huge estate, located on the edge of enormous cliffs that overlook the ocean. Despite the danger of this precarious…
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1937 2 0
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A Vicious Deer
The man came across the hall to talk to us.
He was buying some paintings.
He had a white deer on a leash.
Fosca (our Malamute) said: “That's a vicious deer.”
She kept putting her paw on its shoulder.
I said: “You bet
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1937 11 5
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Hippy health food. It all began with Hannah’s homemade granola.
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1937 2 1
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Enter Tipitina’s – the rotation hole
where electric, shoeless uncles
allocate their copper goulashes
to catch white dripwater.
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1937 7 6
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She realised that things you can't prove can be more intimate than the things you know to be true.
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1937 5 4
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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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1937 9 3
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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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1937 3 3
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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1937 0 0
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There’s an old journalism adage, usually uttered by editors who haven’t had their butts out of a comfy leather newsroom chair in years, which goes: “You know… the news just doesn’t walk in the door.” ... But sometimes, it does.
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1937 1 1
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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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1936 13 4
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. . . she didn’t bow her head.
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1936 23 16
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They will take you, naked,
and put their tongues and fingers
into intimate, erogenous openings
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1936 1 1
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What? No, no, where did my world go? I was in the middle of… something. What's going on? What's stroking my face?
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1936 1 1
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“They picked me up in their spaceship about noon,” Austin Grantham says to me while pulling up an apple crate to use as a stool.
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1936 24 17
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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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1936 6 2
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The question posed a voluptuous riddle. Were these frenzied silhouettes
gestures of Jackson Pollock’s dribble?
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1935 0 0
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Where was it? Tino wondered, craning his neck, plastic bag in hand. He would have sworn there was a Barnes & Noble along this stretch. Had it closed since his mother had last been in the hospital two years ago?
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1935 16 13
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Write a poem in which your father is a dog and you are his leash.
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1935 10 3
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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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1935 10 9
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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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1935 12 9
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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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1935 6 6
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She sang will you still need me
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1935 2 1
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For ten minutes I would have to sit perfectly still on the edge of her bed, thinking of Road Runner and the Flash and wishing I could do anything but sit there with my feet in warm, foamy water.
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1935 6 3
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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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1935 10 4
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Who puts Vaseline
on the forefinger
of Lenin?
I want to know
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1935 0 0
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Jack thinks I should carry a loaded gun in my purse.
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1934 7 3
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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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1934 4 2
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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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1934 0 0
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“Where are you going?” asked the young man. Teary-eyed and beaten, he gently put his hands on the shoulders of Snow-child, her back turned from him. “Home,” Snow-child said. “I'm going back to Norway.” …
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1934 0 0
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An armpit fart is a simulated sound of flatulence produced by creating a pocket of air between the armpit of a partially raised arm and the hand, then swiftly closing this pocket by bringing the arm close to the torso.
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