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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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19551211
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Maybe, after years of writing poems like letters, he began to notice that no one ever wrote him back.
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195542
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Had I scoured all five boroughs of New York I couldn’t have found a more perfect imperfect object for my affections. Morgan was crazy as a loon, with the common sense of a mackerel and the emotional stability of a canary. But believing love could conquer
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19551312
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She was thrilled when she learned that her best friend was having an affair.
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19541210
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I'm dying but that's not to say what you think it says. I've crossed the river of myself many, many times before and wandered to the shore, broken and drenched and full of the fever of dyingdreams. Each time was a kind of ritual mask, drying off the beat ofmy newly…
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195475
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Every time I squished an ant with my finger, I felt a piece of me loosen and chisel off.
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195400
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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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195464
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Gorgonzola. It's what she was to bring this time. Plumtree's potted meat. What it was last time.
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195463
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195496
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We married in the ruins of a pachinko hall, the tiny bones in the pocket of your tracksuit luring a pack of wild dogs out from the underpass.
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19541510
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1953115
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Beside her door there was a black squirrel in the dogwood she saw scratched his armpit.
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195351
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The waitress says,
“That’s a memory,”
as the smoke dances around her head.
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195398
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“As you do it unto the least of these so you do it unto me.” —Jesus These children that you murder are not your enemy. They are not your pain or your personal sorrow. They are, if anything, flowers blowing and …
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195300
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She administers the alkaloids slowly,
soaking the muscles in blight,
the body tissue beneath into corrosion.
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19532518
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195365
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We lingered there in that room for a few moments, stuck in the awkward goo of rejection and regret. At some point, I’m not sure when, I left, found a bathroom down the hall and washed my ear.
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19532212
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It starts on the Fallopian Speedway
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1953129
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195231
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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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1952176
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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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195274
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My mother told me never to trust girls who speak from the side of their mouths. But Kat, with her rainbow bracelets and flat vans, can't speak any other way. A creature of A.D.D. and zip up leather, studded belt and the next No Wave, has mistaken me for the last…
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195285
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Inspired by my last writers' workshop, where encouragement is key.
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195286
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I woke to a crash and the sound of coins rolling along the linoleum. “Mom?” She did not look up. Her shaking hand was gathering up the single crown coins, the fifty heller pieces. Triumphantly she rescued a ten crown note from the piggy bank shards. …
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1952178
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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1952184
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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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1951126
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She bought her first gerbil at the age of nine. She wondered if he would die from endless logrolling. When he died from natural causes, she refused to bury him and kept a distance from the first boy who kissed her--Thomas J. Hobbit. The next year a twister swept…
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195171
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Homer relaxes in his tan, faded recliner, remote in hand, and watches death unfold on his television.
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195156
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The heart is a toothed hole that cannot be filled.
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1951103
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Jake goes back inside, turns on the TV, and sits down. It is the end of the world! A lane of the Bay Bridge has fallen into the bay. A building downtown has lost its skin.
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