1919 6 4
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"Fax the Beaver" was its last, secret title. The beaver is a dirty trick, and it belongs on the index card.
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191973
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Roanne banged the chiva, turned tricks, and ran out of road.
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191861
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Bearing the smell of paper on her fingertips. Ink in her hair.
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1918157
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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.
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191887
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Before he was Francesco Martinelli
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191875
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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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19183620
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191888
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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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1918178
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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191754
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191772
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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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191755
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Called in sick at work for a week straight when I first met Tony.
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191772
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He had long since quit listening to the incessant clanging of the bell. He stood, ringing the bell, squinting into the setting sun, nauseous from the car exhaust, his body aching for alcohol.
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19171415
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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191700
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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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191700
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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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191666
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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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1916103
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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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191622
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Once or twice he sees her around town when he’s out driving but other than that, I mean, it’s not like he was stalking her, he didn’t know where she went to school or what she did for a part-time job, he didn’t care, he wasn’t interested.
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191600
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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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1916145
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191662
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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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191685
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We were old. Wind came in with small threats and played games with drapes. A print of orchids and some other green affair that looked to me like kiwis. Sadie was arranging some items on a desk and I noticed there was a cricket on the window. I was thinking…
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1916125
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Thistle and cracked corn were thrown to us each morning and the occasional live chicken...
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191610
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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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191500
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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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191541
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The boys finished their laps and returned to the center of the gym, Hamid shuffling up last, as usual. Amid the T-shirts and shorts, he wore faded blue slacks and a grubby, long sleeved dress shirt. He always dressed that way, even in gym class, as though
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1914124
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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191441
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I am a dog – four legs, a tail, a carefree enough manner, I do this, I do that, get into fights, sniff the ground and so on
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191440
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My mother looked up and began to laugh, it was a nervous tittering, but there was delight in her eyes at the crazy spectacle of our small black puppy eluding, probably taunting all these armed police.
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