1921 21 14
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I don't want / to write about the body indulged, desires / denied, tortures invented, pleasures innate
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1921 11 4
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Upon learning the fetus has fingernails, Missy texts her boyfriend: It has nails! He won’t reply because he’s just left for war, but she does it just the same.
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1920 8 4
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“I don’t know what’s going on there,” Hank, who hated his name and wanted a more Biblical name because those names (Jeremiah! Matthew! David!)—although common—sound ominous, said as he pointed up to the top of the apartment building that housed the whores
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1920 0 0
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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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1920 22 16
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Maybe she would get married and have a baby, she said. Not with me, I said
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1920 15 10
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There was gonna be a rumble in our schoolyard. An outright brawl. It was gonna be just like Blackboard Jungle. Only real. Not some movie at the Duwamish Drive-In. Every boy in my school, it seemed like, was lined up outside except me. All the third and fourth graders…
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1920 17 7
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The transformation in their domineering, sour mother revised her children’s memories of their childhoods.
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1920 1 1
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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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1920 2 1
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He had expected more -- at least his grandfather's classic Packard touring car.
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1920 0 0
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“You have an impressive pair there,” he says, hands warm as he cups them. “Shame they’re on a man though.”
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1920 11 7
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Kramer wraps himself around Kramer’s legs, from behind, then lifts him and tips him up and over and down, per their rehearsed routine.
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1919 0 0
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His footing unsure and his clothes covered in vomit, he grabs the railing and stumbles up the three steps. He pulls off his shirt, finds a cleaner area on the puke-covered garment, wipes sweat off his forehead, dripping wet from the humid, stormy night, a
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1919 9 10
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I knew I needed to visit a beach / made entirely of sharks’ teeth
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1919 5 5
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“You’re not in Saigon anymore, Mai Bi'ch,” I said, craning to read her name badge. “They’ll need to be much better than that if you want to stay in this country.”
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1919 22 17
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The bungalow was unlocked. The screen
door was unhooked. The trout on the
counter was deboned.
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1919 2 0
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“I am NOT a hooker.”
“What exactly are you, then?” Marlene raised her slim eyebrows. Her almond shaped eyes and high-cut bangs gave her the appearance of a 1950s Barbie doll.
“Well…” I stirred my coffee and looked down. I wasn't sure wh
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1919 17 10
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Even if your heart is as large as a small car, your tongue as heavy as two grown men—even then—you will have to carry it with you wherever you go.
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1919 10 4
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They live a simple life..two solitudes by lamplight.
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1919 6 4
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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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1918 1 0
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Almost on cue, Xavier emerges and is in the vendor’s face. “X,” as he is known around here, is indoctrinating the obvious newbie on the merits of showing up earlier and the logistics of placeholders and markers.
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1918 24 14
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Our lives depend on/
engineers
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1918 5 1
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The waitress says,
“That’s a memory,”
as the smoke dances around her head.
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1918 19 17
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A flash in seven chapters.
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1918 11 5
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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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1917 4 1
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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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1917 0 0
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At the time I first went to work for Mr. Byron my family was in a sorrowful state. My dad, much as I can recall, was one of those roving kinds, called himself a carpenter or contractor, depending on the kind of job he was aspiring to, and was subject to f
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1917 17 7
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After not going out for weeks, I went to a bar and met an electrical engineer, a motorcycle racer who raced in the Black Hills, a Renaissance man, in a relationship with a young married woman, and I told him about the toad.
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1917 18 16
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We die in order to get some rest
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1917 3 2
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Miraculous tarantulas, and octopii, have many limbs akimbo, Two have you: and they are better than be kept in zoo. Thine eyne are like the marbles that my youth had held in limbo, ‘Cept even better yet, for they are fairly lashed and greeny-blue. Your…
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1917 7 3
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Oh I'm melting all right, into a foul vapor rising from a dead volcano, not even able to spit fire, but only cold old frozen rock like dribbles of putrid plasma.
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