1922 7 2
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"I know," Timothy explained, "he can't use it. He's a cripple." No one else seemed to understand.
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192200
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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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192200
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From the moment they had decided to come until the present, each seated guest had been parading one faceless male possibility after another through her curious mind. Would he be strong? Handsome? Ugly? Crippled? The possibilities were endless...
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192263
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192275
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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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192161
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Bearing the smell of paper on her fingertips. Ink in her hair.
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192160
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“In the process, I’ve created this memory track. Yet had the sense that I had to make fixed memories move as illusion, that they move as illusion.”
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192164
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Gorgonzola. It's what she was to bring this time. Plumtree's potted meat. What it was last time.
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19211415
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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192100
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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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192110
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Elin and I had religious differences about the garage. To her the garage required regular sweeping and organization--it was an extension of our house. Elin believed dust and mold to be manifestations of inner sin. I insisted that they were agents of evolu
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192188
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It took all four of his kids to convince my father to pull the plug. Mom's car crash had left her a vegetable, but of course he hung on. Once they withdrew life support, she was gone in ten minutes. The first thing our father said was that he was hungry. He felt…
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192173
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Roanne banged the chiva, turned tricks, and ran out of road.
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192054
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192000
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In se'enties style serenading strut
A passin all the pretty birds in kin',
The feathered Stetson ‘clipsin crimson suit,
A whistlin Dixie blues ‘cross county-lines.
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1920137
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beware the slice of the knife cutting like a curious comet blasting through solar systems down the throat of the bad ass milky way
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1920157
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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.
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192088
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your matching glasses up to mine in the fake air anymore, or click your widening fingernails against the hard bed railings in protest of anything you might be feeling in the floating silt-like depths of your jagged nerves, but…
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19202112
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Fear in a Handful of Dust
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1920125
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Thistle and cracked corn were thrown to us each morning and the occasional live chicken...
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19203620
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1920178
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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191966
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When I wake up and look to my left, will you be there with me, snoring like an asthmatic bear?
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1918124
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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1918103
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“I was looking for the review of the Alvin Ailey dance company when I noticed something in the sports pages,” says the 300-pound center. “All of a sudden it hit me–I should have been playing football."
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191855
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Called in sick at work for a week straight when I first met Tony.
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1918145
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191862
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The figure was covered in a light blue chenille bathrobe, splayed out on her back on the floor by the glass door, her hair done up in large curlers, a slipper lying askew by her left foot. Richie crouched near the face and the rancid flame of bourbon lea
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19172517
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The scent of fresh cut grass./
The idiot sense of accomplishment/
mowing the lawn can bring.
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1917209
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In that mix of sports and religion, TV was what there was of virtue. I thought bars were nicer.
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