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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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Papadad has one good eye. The other fell out during a rant and has since been replaced by a rifle scope, which he uses to scrutinise enemies.——Papadad is an authority on everything, even topics he has not researched. He expatiates on these at the dinner table,…
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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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202584
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None of us ever thought this would happen.
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202561
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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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2025114
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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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202461
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Bearing the smell of paper on her fingertips. Ink in her hair.
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202421
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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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202454
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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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2024179
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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202475
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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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202385
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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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202374
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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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202377
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The mountains of humility went silent, / the rain of regency dried its eyes
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202384
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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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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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202332
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She was legally blind. He felt comfortable knowing she couldn’t see him very clearly.
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202311
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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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20231615
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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202384
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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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20232214
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The night we crossed the Madres my father stuffed his Stetson full of cash.
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20221814
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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202294
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Three hours isn't that long.
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202200
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At the edge of the forest, his sister began to complain about how everybody—their mother and father and all of her friends included—hated her. It was exasperating, the light she sometimes put herself in. The fact of the matter was that she received more
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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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And now its done! Five months read! This book is batoning in my head. Its eleven o'clock AM and hot as hell, even the breeze, billowing nets through the sliding screen adds sweat, cuts me down to size. I will needs again to…
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2022100
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"What say we adjourn to the bedroom and I give you a little demonstration of sexual acrobatics?”
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2022104
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What happens to a town when all of its songbirds go on strike?
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202242
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The dogs shit on the roof and then, every two weeks or so, the man in Apartment 311 climbs out the window with a plastic shovel and scoops the shit into a white plastic bag, which soon grows heavy with dung, dangling from his black-gloved wrist.
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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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