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Every Friday night she gets liberated at The Haymarket Square doing a bunny hop or a do si do with ex-members of The Saint Augustine Women's Choir. She remembers how as kids, shy or awkward in dresses, their voices formed the harmony, the flight of something V-shaped…
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202894
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Three hours isn't that long.
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202811
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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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2028109
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It’s a little known fact that eels are often lost in translation – only the spotted variety, not the striped or the common and certainly not the electric.... I think about that lovely hippie girl and her knowledge of eels, sometimes.
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202887
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After school watching American Bandstand with my two best friends, all three of us lusting after Bunny Gibson who’s all of sixteen, stacked, and very fucking hot.
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202854
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You know how it is, one day a good friend sends you this long note telling you how-the-hell they are or aren't getting along in the frigging world
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202811
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maybe if I bat my lashes just right, or look prim enough to fly, you just might touch me tonight, and the dream will pop and fizz and I will wake somewhere, your hands smoothing these lines of worry away.
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202884
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None of us ever thought this would happen.
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20281615
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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20281917
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A flash in seven chapters.
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20282214
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The night we crossed the Madres my father stuffed his Stetson full of cash.
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2028115
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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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202800
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Incredibly he began to picture in his mind a scene not related at all to his frenzied search but of a huge plate of apple pie a la mode with the vanilla ice cream melting in streams like cool lava down the side of the pie and off of the plate.
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202761
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Bearing the smell of paper on her fingertips. Ink in her hair.
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202785
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For the next two hours, Ed goes nonchalantly about his business, buck naked the whole time. He putters around the house, writes e mails, waters plants, vacuums the rug and sweeps the porch. I pretend to ignore his nudity
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20271311
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I am constricted by rings. The weight of self crushes me.
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202721
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time. Night after night he's up, restless. What if she knew his plans? If only he'd bypass his miscalculations and slip through
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2027159
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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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202732
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She was legally blind. He felt comfortable knowing she couldn’t see him very clearly.
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2027179
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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202775
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“It’s a sad thing,” I said, “when a man has to suffer just for getting a little on the side.”
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202784
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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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202761
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Bit by bit I was traveling away, we thought. Maybe I’d join myself, all together, in Toronto. Or in an industrial coffee can. Or in the closet. “Check the closet,” I pointed.
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20272212
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The drinking will continue/
until morale improves
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202722
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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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20271310
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sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears
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202677
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The mountains of humility went silent, / the rain of regency dried its eyes
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202684
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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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20261814
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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2026104
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What happens to a town when all of its songbirds go on strike?
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