1969 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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196986
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She sees Connick Jr. now has a microphone. He is singing “All of Me” as if he meant her to take all of him.
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1969126
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196811
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The red laser flashes. He asks if I have an Ace Rewards card. I can't even answer because my beans have stopped jumping. I wonder if the laser light harmed them. Then one jumps and another, and I hand the boy some money, suddenly very fond of my beans.
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196800
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Allen would stroll the remains of the orchard, reminiscing with Tad, flirting with dementia.
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196866
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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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196874
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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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196820
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She’s right there in Thirsty’s. In her usual spot. Drinking her usual drink. Yuengling on tap. One after another.
And he’s there too. Behind the bar. Pouring drinks. One after another.
Sometimes they speak. But mostly she orders. He pours. And
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19682212
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The drinking will continue/
until morale improves
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196832
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So I'm digging, clawing the black earth, disappearing in its ore and shadow.
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196870
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"Do you have to call your brother a loser? He is not a loser and that was just uncalled for"
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196755
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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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196774
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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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196711
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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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1967129
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“Lightning has more longevity than I,”
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196762
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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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1967115
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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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196711
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I spent the whole day at Oliveira's, writing furiously in my notebooks. The words came pouring out. Just before seven, Darrell picked me up. I grew anxious driving down to Parker's studio because it was in a bad area on the border between Oakland
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196711
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And I was going into the visions you get before you go to sleep. And I heard her moan. It was so beautiful. I moaned back. And she moaned again. And I did too. We pretended I guess that we didn’t hear each other. That we were moaning in our sleep.
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1967129
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Harpo sits and looks at something I can't see. I drink beer and ask him questions. I ask him how they found the cancer. Backache, he says. He went to see a doctor.
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196621
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Paper Bird, Devotchka, TV On The Radio
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1966135
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She slipped into a silky sheath dress, and stepped into black sequined heels just as the doorbell rang. Her date had arrived to take her to his much touted Art opening in town. Reaching under the bathroom sink for a final mist of hair spray she realized too late…
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196611
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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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196600
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19661010
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A block after his first crime, he found a bookstore to commit another.
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1966104
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They live a simple life..two solitudes by lamplight.
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196642
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To write a good poem, one needs nothing but the whole intent of goodness.
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1965107
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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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19651415
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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19651213
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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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