2009 6 1
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Bearing the smell of paper on her fingertips. Ink in her hair.
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200985
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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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2009129
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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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2009129
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“Lightning has more longevity than I,”
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2009179
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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2009115
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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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200942
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All right, so the frog I risked my lips on (not to mention the contents of my stomach) . . . .
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200922
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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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20091310
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sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears
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20081612
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So I went to see the wrinkled
and rumpled poet, who insisted
on reading from memory, stumbling
through his sheaf of poems.
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200883
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“Who says?” she purred in reply
“They all do” he countered smiling , chewing on an ice cube
“All of them, huh?”
She leaned forward, raising a wicked left eyebrow and whispered,
“And just who are they, anyway?”
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200843
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Grace Gibbons is a way of life.
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200874
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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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2008100
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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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20081412
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The hour reflected those pleasant moments when evening hunger can be satiated by anticipation alone, before the pangs become demanding.
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200893
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We hit the road, headed west.
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2008149
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It would be another difference a building has from a “sculpture”. It would be something that even photographers would have difficulty in disguising, since many modern buildings, even many modern photographs of buildings, place such emphasis on symmetry. For both…
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2007124
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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200755
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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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2007107
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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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200742
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So if we all have an idea what goes down when the young person at the cash register (the registerista?) asks, “Can I help you?” then we all know there’s a different way to habla at Seattle’s gift to the world.
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20071510
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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2007159
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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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20071614
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The woman carried a wooden log which was her husband into the house.
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200651
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One of her favorites was of an old axe asleep on a desert floor. She told people the axe had the western lips of September. That it held the song of the ocean and the dreams of a scarecrow. Some thought she was mad to talk in such a way. Others believed h
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20061814
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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200655
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“You’re not in Saigon anymore, Mai Bi'ch,” I said, craning to read her name badge. “They’ll need to be much better than that if you want to stay in this country.”
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200600
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At the edge of the forest, his sister began to complain about how everybody—their mother and father and all of her friends included—hated her. It was exasperating, the light she sometimes put herself in. The fact of the matter was that she received more
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200622
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Her face had that strange preserved quality Maybelle saw in many aging Boomer women — like an old toy never removed from its packaging.
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20061213
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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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