2043 10 7
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god bless my shapeless head. we are good at becoming older. i feel incredibly negative all the time.
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204300
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The ice in Mum’s drink clinked as she rolled the glass across her forehead. “Ith that a gay thing or ith that a vampire thing? ’Coth I’m finding thith all a bit confuthing.”
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204300
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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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204332
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your olive-pitting thumbs
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20432214
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The night we crossed the Madres my father stuffed his Stetson full of cash.
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2043114
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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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2042155
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Megalomania is a kind of backwards leprosy. It rots your insides out while your skin glistens and grows tighter around your bones.
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2042115
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She wears a green and pink bikini and walks real slow, poking her chest out so people will notice her.
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204241
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What I need to secure from you now are two swears on this copy of Camp Bylaws for the Hearty and True that you won’t let my misinformed intrusion dampen your beginnings.
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204298
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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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20423914
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Where seldom is heard
an encouraging word
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2042179
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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204254
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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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20421911
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It's been sixteen days since I spoke with another soul. I don't mind much, but I know enough about people to know most would think I'm mighty odd. Muriel, for example. She'd be pissed as all get out. …
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20422114
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I don't want / to write about the body indulged, desires / denied, tortures invented, pleasures innate
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204222
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He pulls on his wispy goatee and shifts his weight a few times from one foot to the other. That doesn’t help. It rarely does, to be honest.
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2041129
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in which creative destruction holds the heads of entire populations beneath the surface of the water in bathtubs until the bubbles stop
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204111
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Whispers flew, like wild darts across the room. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. Right then, it wasn’t my job to figure things out; it was my job to cry.
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204111
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When I was six, my father brought home a fishbowl. Look out for the inhabitants, he said. You can play Neptune in their microcosm of the sea.
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204198
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“As you do it unto the least of these so you do it unto me.” —Jesus These children that you murder are not your enemy. They are not your pain or your personal sorrow. They are, if anything, flowers blowing and …
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204184
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He beats the girl, stabs her 22 times, rapes her, then uses his fingertips to push her orbital sockets into the back of her head before killing her. At trial, he laughs about whether or not there…
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20413018
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I dreamed that coffee grounds had spilled on my Buffet. There was another clarinet, a silver one, that belonged to a man not in the room, that was clean of debris.
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20411412
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The hour reflected those pleasant moments when evening hunger can be satiated by anticipation alone, before the pangs become demanding.
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204142
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All right, so the frog I risked my lips on (not to mention the contents of my stomach) . . . .
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204055
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He has one good eye and is missing the other. The socket of his missing eye squints with a disturbing and unfathomable insight.
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204094
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Three hours isn't that long.
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204087
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I'd been working for two years as a barista in a Starbuck's in a giant, two-story Borders in an upscale mall on Rt. 355, a main artery between Washington D.C., and Frederick, Maryland. I'd finished my M.F.A in 2000 and was trying to build up steam for more grad…
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204012
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The zombie apocalypse was long foretold as a rather exciting bit of bother involving shotguns and chainsaws, but the reality of it is rather depressingly boring.
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203977
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The mountains of humility went silent, / the rain of regency dried its eyes
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203984
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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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