1916 8 7
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Before he was Francesco Martinelli
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191600
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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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What scares her about libraries are unshelved books, the ones you thumb through while you are waiting for the elevator, because you realize that there are too many books in the world and you are holding that particular book only because it is lost.
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191600
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It’s confusing enough to grow up in a place like America, a country without definitive culture, except for ranch dressing and reality TV, but it’s even worse to grow up half one thing, half another, christened a hyphenation of names without connection to
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191600
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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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191561
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Bearing the smell of paper on her fingertips. Ink in her hair.
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191555
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Called in sick at work for a week straight when I first met Tony.
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191564
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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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191466
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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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191422
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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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191472
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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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19141415
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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191488
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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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191475
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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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191462
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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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191485
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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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1914125
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Thistle and cracked corn were thrown to us each morning and the occasional live chicken...
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191410
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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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1913124
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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191341
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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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1913103
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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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191300
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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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191372
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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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The scent of fresh cut grass./
The idiot sense of accomplishment/
mowing the lawn can bring.
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1912157
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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.
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1912209
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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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It’s a little known fact that eels are often lost in translation – only the spotted variety, not the striped or the common and certainly not the electric.... I think about that lovely hippie girl and her knowledge of eels, sometimes.
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