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20061211
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I knew my mother would die by the weekend
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200683
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Can't please everyone / Or sail in all directions / Sail on / Stay the course / Still the ill-pleased storms come / To suck the wind from my sails
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200686
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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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200500
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... all my friends are girls; I like opera; I can answer all the questions about male and female ejaculation – without stammering – in sex ed. classes.
And Braydon? In boardshorts, tall and tanned and naked from the waist up ...
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20052417
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His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.
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200501
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Word traveled fast at school on Monday. Emma Jakowski had actually captured him. He was being held in her dad's tool shed. Anyone who wanted to see him had to be in the Jakowski's backyard by 3:15 that afternoon, chocolate bunny ears in hand. It was no…
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200500
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She administers the alkaloids slowly,
soaking the muscles in blight,
the body tissue beneath into corrosion.
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200521
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If you know how, all bodies can be read like books, like poems, like scraps of song
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200541
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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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20051211
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It is almost as if there isn’t a wedge of wood between us – I can feel him inches away from me. I can’t control the sigh or the tears that escape my body.
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200496
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I’m maybe only four. Not smoking cigarettes found in street gutters yet. That will come the next year, when I’m five. Maybe when I’m six, and Andy’s five, my pal from across the street. That’s my tricycle parked behind this pack of kids that look to be ne
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200400
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As children we invent games and we're really creative. We concoct ridiculous rules and enjoy making adaptations to them. And everything makes sense. Then you grow up, lose creativity. You don't invent games anymore. Recess is replaced with a second…
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200463
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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2004115
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Beside her door there was a black squirrel in the dogwood she saw scratched his armpit.
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200400
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"And secondly, it’s never bing bing bing with you. It’s like, bing bang bongity bumbity bum yadda yadda bla bla bla.” Sam stopped short and glanced down at his shoes. He knew he’d gone too far.
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200451
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"I wonder what happened to Murder Man and Lust Girl?" wondered The Black Toadstool. The Anti-Justice League were in Machu Picchu, on a short vacation after taking over most of South America and the South Pole. The South Pole had been so easy. …
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2004115
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A nun once told me to watch my tongue. This is not an easy thing to do.
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200400
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“I was listenin' ta one o' them Terran religious broadcasts 'bout Mother Earth when they up an' says that global warmin' was all the fault o' mankind, an' they had ta make the non-believers see that all the drivin' they did, an' all the stuff they bought
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200432
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Out here in nearly nowhere I met this man. About him I know something something, and no one can tell me otherwise.
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200462
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We came to the furthest reach of hell-
A place that email users know well.
The woman or man whose unmitigated gall
Causes him or her to hit "Reply all".
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20031513
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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20031819
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20031010
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A block after his first crime, he found a bookstore to commit another.
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2003129
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200332
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One day my mother's lover shaved his beard and legs. Said he couldn’t fit into his tight jeans anymore.
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200221
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ZaSu played wingwoman to Gale Storm, who played herself, and quite well I might add–she had herself down pat! But I found ZaSu as second fiddle to be, curiously enough, more alluring than the first chair.
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200200
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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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2002209
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In that mix of sports and religion, TV was what there was of virtue. I thought bars were nicer.
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200271
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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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