1977 7 3
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Roanne banged the chiva, turned tricks, and ran out of road.
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197661
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Bearing the smell of paper on her fingertips. Ink in her hair.
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197611
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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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19764024
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What used to be a scene has broken into fragments and blips of her on a screen I can’t control or manipulate.
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197600
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I carefully placed the knife back to its original position and, with poorly contained excitement, retrieved a palm from the fridge. It was slightly wrinkled, but it was just as fair as the rest of the pristine white in the fridge. It felt warm to my hands
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197612
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The zombie apocalypse was long foretold as a rather exciting bit of bother involving shotguns and chainsaws, but the reality of it is rather depressingly boring.
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197641
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Leo, leo, leo, leo, the word itself imprinted on my brain, carved with a pearl handled blade into my cerebral cortex, into the medulla, burrowed deep into my dreams, I miss your kissing.
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197670
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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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1975124
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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197522
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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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19751510
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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197500
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author's note: the borgs in this story have been programmed to think of themselves as IT and in speech refer to selves as YOU* Though IT too had ball and socket joints, the Borg could not sit down to face ITs inquisitor. While IT felt the need to clean up the fallen…
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197542
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If you’re Frederick in this moment, you are watching from that balcony and start to scream your fool head off. Maybe you just think you scream, and you might have screamed, but what you really do is clutch at your chest, black dots spanning each eyeball,
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1975910
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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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197521
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Six thousand dollars was a small price for a man's life. Mario was in the back seat of the Honda with Johnny next to him handcuffed, all tense. Francisco had it on a rap station, the sort of music that gave Mario a headache.
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197527
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Regina Dawn "Gina" Edwards, 49, passed away June 2, 2006.
R.I.P. "Ridge Woman"
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197466
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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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1974107
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god bless my shapeless head. we are good at becoming older. i feel incredibly negative all the time.
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197388
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Out the window we could see the parking lot and, across the street, the Bijou Moonlight Laundromat.
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197377
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She came from the land of rumpled sheets. She was the very definition of sex. She was the breeze through the wind chimes of his heart. One might say that she actually invented the orgasm. All mirages are this way. Perfect until they disappear. They
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197322
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Marion had decided to stop whenever she came upon Amarillo. It was close to two a.m. when she pulled into the motel parking lot. Momma, read the nametag on the woman at reception. Her face was illuminated by a TV. Her hair curlers were illuminated by the lone desk lamp…
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1973169
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She was as distant as Mao, someone I never met, but whom everyone carried in their eyes,
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197385
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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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19732214
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The night we crossed the Madres my father stuffed his Stetson full of cash.
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197342
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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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197210
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The rustling of the dry leaves when he moved even slightly sounded like thunder to him, and he was sure if any of the other kids from the neighborhood got too close, it was the noise that would end up giving him away.
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197221
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The Bike Messenger on Lexington Avenue
Comes to rest
taking a moment
in the falling rain
slowly massaging the
veins at the top
of his bald head
Cracking his neck
while the yellow cabs start
honking behind him
Unwilling to mov
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197277
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The mountains of humility went silent, / the rain of regency dried its eyes
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19721814
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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19721311
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they were open weekends if we needed to bring him in for euthanasia.
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