1915 6 3
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Damn, I joke with myself, who was the fucking idiot that bought this cheap bottle of red wine?
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1914 29 16
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"...they ran shirtless like pagans under southern stars."
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1914 2 2
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And you don't like much. No handholding or brand name sweaters. No phone calls late at night. This is not you. And you certainly don't go for kisses in the rain or cards from the grocery store with…
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1914 12 9
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“Lightning has more longevity than I,”
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1914 18 15
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Together / they peeled and fed each other pink fruit, / ordered expensive pink beef, went on / vacations and viewed pink sunsets / on paradise beaches.
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1914 15 9
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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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1914 8 5
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What kind of person would she be remembered as if she died over night and someone looked in her freezer? She took out a package of bacon from the freezer that was dated 2009.
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1914 18 4
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At night, I fold your name in origami doves and blow, hard, and you are disassembled come morning.
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1913 1 0
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I’ve been here before.
it wasn’t you though—
it was her before you,
and then she before her …
before you.
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1913 17 6
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Tasha loved to tease the rain. She sat still with her legs folded on the bench, never once looking the clouds in the eye.
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1913 7 2
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Fingers of angry red welts crossed his face and neck.
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1913 0 0
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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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1913 2 1
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At 1 a.m. Route 205 is empty. Del drives. Carla sits in the darkness with the directions to the Nassau County Jail on her lap...
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1913 6 6
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ghosts are local plagues/of unexpended grief—tears/can't be bodiless.
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1913 0 0
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She administers the alkaloids slowly,
soaking the muscles in blight,
the body tissue beneath into corrosion.
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1913 22 12
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The drinking will continue/
until morale improves
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1912 3 1
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"Not a fan?" Beth asks, feeling a sliver of happiness move through her. He furrows his brow. "Then what brings you here?"
"I'm here to pick up girls," Steve says simply. "Want to hit the buffet table? Want to run away to Mexico?"
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1912 2 1
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Paper Bird, Devotchka, TV On The Radio
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1912 31 14
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The image was startlingly unfamiliar. Looking at it, no one would guess it had been their last attempt, their last failure. No one would believe that they had never really been that way, or that the life they shared was built on mind games, manipulation a
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1912 15 10
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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1912 9 10
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Together at last, we'd gotten this far toward the warm end of those sweet Promises we made, once, with our sincerest written and passed down smart Words, done all on our own deeds, with some real gusto, and offered them as Christmas Lights,…
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1912 3 3
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IN BOX 12 OF DD FORM 214, the Department of Defense requires a narrative reason for every military discharge. Mine reads: Continued involvement of a discreditable nature with civilian and military authorities.
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1912 8 2
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The depth of her love for Briana could only be heard on the 80’s ballads station fumbling from the stereo in Madi’s car, awkward, just like her smile.
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1912 10 1
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The punchable faces in Manhattan multiply like cancer...
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1912 0 2
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I might as well just keep driving. Past my exit. Beyond my job. Just drive. Until the tank runs out of gas. A blank future is better than this bleak one.
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1912 2 0
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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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1912 2 2
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Janice’s jaw dropped when I told her how much we could get for it. “Enough to never work again and get a nice new pair of these,” I said, squeezing her tits.
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1912 4 2
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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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1911 5 3
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Even though it was late November, it still bloomed. Extravagantly. Obviously it had no shame, obviously it reveled in its own beauty.
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1911 3 2
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“Why is it that you give a woman a bit of power and she turns into a man” said a new intern from the copying room “You can hear her balls rubbing on the carpet as she walks”
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