2009 17 9
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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2009 30 18
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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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2009 11 5
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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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2009 7 6
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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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2009 4 2
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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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2008 12 9
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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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2008 4 3
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Grace Gibbons is a way of life.
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2008 7 4
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Juniper Mélange was a cat person, not a dog person. Truly detested when she perceived falseness in another person. She wore glasses and drank tea. Had dark straight hair and light skin. She dressed conservatively and would watch the sky most days. She wou
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2008 10 0
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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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2008 14 12
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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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2008 9 3
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We hit the road, headed west.
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2008 2 2
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She hated the noiseless dying sound they made as he stuck the hook through their eyes. She always wanted for them to scream, but they never did. They didn’t even blink.
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2008 13 10
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sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears
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2007 5 5
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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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2007 8 3
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“Who says?” she purred in reply
“They all do” he countered smiling , chewing on an ice cube
“All of them, huh?”
She leaned forward, raising a wicked left eyebrow and whispered,
“And just who are they, anyway?”
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2007 15 10
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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2007 16 14
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The woman carried a wooden log which was her husband into the house.
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2007 3 2
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your olive-pitting thumbs
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2007 14 9
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It would be another difference a building has from a “sculpture”. It would be something that even photographers would have difficulty in disguising, since many modern buildings, even many modern photographs of buildings, place such emphasis on symmetry. For both…
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2006 10 7
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Things get lost in Big John, too. I see the other guys throw jokes about his size at his body that wedge their way into his armpits or into the wrinkles of his laugh lines and disappear. I’m not sure if it all disappears to remind us how small we are,
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2006 4 2
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So if we all have an idea what goes down when the young person at the cash register (the registerista?) asks, “Can I help you?” then we all know there’s a different way to habla at Seattle’s gift to the world.
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2006 18 14
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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2006 12 13
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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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2006 18 15
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Together / they peeled and fed each other pink fruit, / ordered expensive pink beef, went on / vacations and viewed pink sunsets / on paradise beaches.
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2005 5 5
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“You’re not in Saigon anymore, Mai Bi'ch,” I said, craning to read her name badge. “They’ll need to be much better than that if you want to stay in this country.”
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2005 0 0
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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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2005 2 2
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Her face had that strange preserved quality Maybelle saw in many aging Boomer women — like an old toy never removed from its packaging.
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2005 1 1
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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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2005 15 9
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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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2005 22 12
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The drinking will continue/
until morale improves
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