2015 5 1
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One year, she got a kite.
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2014139
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with cool confidence
and believable body language
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2014910
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I knew I needed to visit a beach / made entirely of sharks’ teeth
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201432
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... her hair spills like spinach all the way down to her backpack, the top pocket where the bowl and the cinnamon estrange themselves from the coffee.
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201400
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201484
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None of us ever thought this would happen.
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201400
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I laid in the road, broken and alone, until I had no choice but to pull myself together and get out.
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201432
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‘Hmph! Dream indeed! “Past the wit of man to say what dream it was” - the man's a knotty-pated arse.' The old master-weaver spat into the fire, his rheumy eyes bright with contempt, then looked round furtively; Nathaniel was not yet returned,…
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201433
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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201422
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I know it’s nobody’s fault, and that one thing had nothing to do with the other, because it was this way for me since I was born; they just didn’t figure it out for a while that with one of my ears I could hardly hear, and with the other, I couldn
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201388
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So she set about eliminating the problem, all the time recalling some newsmagazine program she’d seen as a child: a discussion of hantavirus, nasty and deadly and spread by mice.
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201240
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My mother looked up and began to laugh, it was a nervous tittering, but there was delight in her eyes at the crazy spectacle of our small black puppy eluding, probably taunting all these armed police.
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2012109
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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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201200
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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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201211
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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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201287
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Before he was Francesco Martinelli
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201265
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We agreed I would go back up
to the cabin for another bottle.
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201254
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It made a satisfying ‘pop’ when Donnie’s nose crushed under my knuckle-scared right. I threw another to his jaw, and then a left into his gut. It had forced the air out and Donnie crumpled to the floor gasping, half sitting, gurgling through his nose.
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201254
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Max is the color of burnt caramelized sugar
the sweet crust that decorates our bright enameled pots.
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201222
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Wee-wee-sweet-pea me? I live, I weep, a third of me passed in sleep, start a scene or two, play and dance the fool, …
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2012129
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Wake up! But it was already too late for Charles.
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201143
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And don’t you dare start panicking. Just sit there silently, letting the truth that you’re alone sear the back of your neck until it starts to feel cold.
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201100
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Allen would stroll the remains of the orchard, reminiscing with Tad, flirting with dementia.
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201120
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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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2011103
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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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201172
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"I know," Timothy explained, "he can't use it. He's a cripple." No one else seemed to understand.
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20111616
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There were one hundred titles on the list. One hundred books that could neither be assigned nor put on a recommended reading list.
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201198
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They sat on the couch, and he tried to unbutton her buttons, but she fended him off.
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20113914
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Where seldom is heard
an encouraging word
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201150
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Take my hand. Take my hand and we will sail through the atmosphere leaving trails of rainbow speckled life written in musical notes behind us. We can go anywhere you want, whenever you wish. The moon in 1974. I hear the earth looks gorgeous during the seventies.…
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