1984 7 4
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Already they’re taking away my books,
supplanting them with Kindles and Nooks.
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1984277
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It's a business, after all, all are quick to remind us. True dat, and the sun always rises in the east and sets in the west, and death and taxes...yup yup, we know. We get it.
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198401
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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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198420
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...to know something people around you don’t know can put you outside of them. And then you can’t get back in...
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198451
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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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19842214
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the signature of God/
consigning everything/
to the saturating energies of time.
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198432
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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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198340
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There was that long weekend she'd spent lazing around a suite at the Beverly Wilshire between the Golden Globes and the Oscars with the suddenly now married actor, and then there had been Cabo. This was before the current thing and before the thing before
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19831615
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You might as well be the man on the moon. Once touching your face was quotidian. When I tallied each day's pleasures, you, in this room or that, counted too much for me, I think. I stopped record keeping. I'm …
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198364
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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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198371
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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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198332
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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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198320
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Her gaunt arms softly rose, sweeping in front of her with movements that were hesitant at first but, as the music that only she could hear took her in its grip, became graceful and assured.
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198300
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I found my patch by accident whilst out picking medicinals ta cover a load o' dead constrictors. I tested the patch in the traditional way an' got a bit stoned on jes' a nibble o' a fresh sprout. Course, everyone knows the sprouts 're more concentrated t
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198231
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“That’s just Ryan W. Bradley—son of a bitch knows better by now.”
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1982176
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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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198200
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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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1982118
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The wind has no voice
and yet we listen,
perhaps imagining the ramblings
of a mad man
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198296
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he’s recognizable in the earliest images of misery: a hand shoving a young gladiator before the lion; the fire devouring a witch in Salem. And here he is. Again.
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198100
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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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19811813
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The young man is back again, solo,
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198100
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wrap me in the soft, cool blanket of night. waning,the moon peers down at melike the heavy-lidded eye of some cyclops. and if I be lost like poor Odysseus,cloak me in the soft, warm wool of night. and if my eyes fail me like old Tiresias,stitch the cloth with…
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19812212
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It starts on the Fallopian Speedway
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She thought maybe an angel had called out her name. She wasn't sure. She was waiting for her older sister to return with Jujy Fruits and bonbons. The theater, neither light nor dark, was to Cassie's ten-year-old mind, an appropriate-enough setting for a v
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198000
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By the time I learned how much I loved my family, I was 3 years and eight-hundred miles away from them
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