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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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191654
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You know how it is, one day a good friend sends you this long note telling you how-the-hell they are or aren't getting along in the frigging world
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19152916
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"...they ran shirtless like pagans under southern stars."
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191522
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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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1915129
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“Lightning has more longevity than I,”
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191585
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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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191585
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Inspired by my last writers' workshop, where encouragement is key.
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191563
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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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19152212
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The drinking will continue/
until morale improves
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191421
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Paper Bird, Devotchka, TV On The Radio
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1914176
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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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191472
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Fingers of angry red welts crossed his face and neck.
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191400
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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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I’ve had it to here you see.
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191466
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ghosts are local plagues/of unexpended grief—tears/can't be bodiless.
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1914101
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The punchable faces in Manhattan multiply like cancer...
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1914184
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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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191310
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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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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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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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“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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19131510
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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191300
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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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191321
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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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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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191300
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She administers the alkaloids slowly,
soaking the muscles in blight,
the body tissue beneath into corrosion.
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191322
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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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19133018
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I dreamed that coffee grounds had spilled on my Buffet. There was another clarinet, a silver one, that belonged to a man not in the room, that was clean of debris.
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It starts on the Fallopian Speedway
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I can tell you all about rock bottom.
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