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The scent of fresh cut grass./
The idiot sense of accomplishment/
mowing the lawn can bring.
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180388
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Out the window we could see the parking lot and, across the street, the Bijou Moonlight Laundromat.
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180376
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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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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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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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“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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I am in the bad habit of telling people they are the scum of the earth.
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By the time I learned how much I loved my family, I was 3 years and eight-hundred miles away from them
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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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Almost 24 hours ago in Pakistan, Osama Bin Laden was sleeping just as he had slept every night for the hundreds of days prior; comfortable in a million dollar compound with his son and advisors around him...
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Someday, the Grim Reaper, wrapped in hooded cowl, the thorny stem of a red rose clenched between his teeth, will climb up the garden trellis to my bedroom window
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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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One by one I lost my desires.
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Four in the morning. I was awake because I'm always awake. There were little fog-halos around the streetlights.
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180112
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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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Out here in nearly nowhere I met this man. About him I know something something, and no one can tell me otherwise.
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180121
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He had expected more -- at least his grandfather's classic Packard touring car.
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This no man's island I'm perched high above isn't always so beautiful to the casual beholder of newly printed maps. Oh don't go and get your clouds all wrong. Puffed or thin, everything I say I believe in is a real feeling, until the music dies…
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On the usefulness of hands.
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At night, I fold your name in origami doves and blow, hard, and you are disassembled come morning.
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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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He lays his piping accoutrement on the bedside table, removes his cap, brocaded jacket, boots and slacks. Holmes brushes gently, the back of his hand across the confused face of Watson— their…
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What scares her about libraries are unshelved books, the ones you thumb through while you are waiting for the elevator, because you realize that there are too many books in the world and you are holding that particular book only because it is lost.
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Already they’re taking away my books,
supplanting them with Kindles and Nooks.
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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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It is certain. The roofs are hats for the houses because you wear a hat in the rain or the snow or even and sometimes especially the sun. The houses are curious. They keep their hats on at night. The downspouts for run-off water are strands of hair such as…
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The blade was wielded by a spunky brunette with a German accent and a laugh that made me weak at the knees.
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His face was cold and hard as marble. Rudy’s angular features shuddered and twitched in the darkness.
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Before he was Francesco Martinelli
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A few people bristled and looked at Jim, but since he was avoiding their gaze, they had no choice but to return their attention to their own table and pretend to pay attention to the conversation they previously had been pretending to pay attention to.
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