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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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203185
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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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2031107
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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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2031129
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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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20311814
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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203194
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Three hours isn't that long.
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20311311
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I am constricted by rings. The weight of self crushes me.
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203143
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Grace Gibbons is a way of life.
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20311415
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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2031159
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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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203150
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Take my hand. Take my hand and we will sail through the atmosphere leaving trails of rainbow speckled life written in musical notes behind us. We can go anywhere you want, whenever you wish. The moon in 1974. I hear the earth looks gorgeous during the seventies.…
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203154
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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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2031100
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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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2031115
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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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I don't want / to write about the body indulged, desires / denied, tortures invented, pleasures innate
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203122
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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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203061
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Bearing the smell of paper on her fingertips. Ink in her hair.
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203084
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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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2030107
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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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20301213
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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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203011
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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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203084
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None of us ever thought this would happen.
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2030104
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What happens to a town when all of its songbirds go on strike?
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203055
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Crawl to the dark places I love most, loud music and off key laughter, glimmering green and brown bottles eagerly holding the dim lights overhead inside themselves like ransomed stars.
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203075
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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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203042
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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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203062
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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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20303018
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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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The drinking will continue/
until morale improves
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