1905 14 9
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When Uncle Dan got sent to the Alzheimer's ward, the ladies licked their lips. Fresh meat.
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1905 0 0
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Even the stinging warmth of the Grey Goose wasn’t fun without Lisa whispering into his ear, telling him stupid little confessions that he would recite to her in singsong the day after. And she would beat her small fists against his chest solemnly with a
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1905 2 1
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Gracious have been my years of late;
The windy drifts blown soft.
Truth be told, such luck seemeth bait
Eliciting doubts and wonderings.
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1905 9 3
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One night we were invited out for dinner, and we got into a knock-down, drag-out that afternoon. My wife got so angry I had to hold her down on the bed.
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1905 0 0
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1905 0 0
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Bo ruled the city by suggesting new scent formulas in a booming croak of a voice that shook the earth for acres around, yet as a result everybody on the block smelled like fairy breath. Or, on his BAD BREATH DAYS all of the people reeked of rotted sushi f
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1905 11 5
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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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1904 18 14
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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1904 14 7
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I respect mom, she survived cancer and all while she was pregnant with me, but something about getting through all that crap made her heart tough, like an over-cooked piece of beef, and no one likes meat you have to chew forever.
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1904 14 12
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Then I heard it -- a sound like an oboe being strangled. Teeny was farting onto the cement stoop through her jeans, a tripple flutter blast.
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1904 8 2
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Four in the morning. I was awake because I'm always awake. There were little fog-halos around the streetlights.
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1904 8 1
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So many opportunities for mud
can be found in these hills,
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1904 8 1
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In late summer 2000 Dick Cheney held a secret strategy meeting in a hunting lodge deep in the hills of southeastern Wyoming. It was Cheney's own place, bought with the money he'd ripped from the trough with both hands through decades of what…
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1904 3 0
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...it was just my heart stnging through my eyes...
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1903 12 6
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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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1903 4 3
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[testing ... one, two, three ... testing ... is this thing on? ... ok, here goes:]
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1903 2 1
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“Where did it go? You don’t know do you?” he teased the dogs as he adjusted the bottle rocket he had twisted into the ground at his feet, trying to find the optimal path.
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1903 4 3
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I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
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1903 6 3
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“I need an ambulance, we found a baby in a ditch.”
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1903 6 4
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My cousin had put them up last year, showed me when we stood on her bed as her fingers pointed, traced over the outlines, then turned out the lights, so that I could see them glow.
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1903 18 8
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I always step around his mess...
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1903 5 6
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The heart is a toothed hole that cannot be filled.
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1903 12 7
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I have no more use for the beautiful words you used to like so much for me tosend you alone. See my feathers donot so much hide me now as giveme away; I tend to feel farfrom home. Forgive me this. Theend jumped by me quicker than anorange flower cricket on its…
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1902 0 0
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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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1902 8 6
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When the boy held the rifle’s sights on a living creature, his breath stilled and his heartbeat swimming in his ears, his father seemed close.
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1902 0 1
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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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1902 8 7
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a dry bony voice/from a desiccated soul/coughs up its own throat.
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1902 9 4
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1902 7 3
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A bawdy secretary languishes behind the farmer, translating the squealing gray matter and scratching her rectangular nose obsessively.
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1902 6 4
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"...I wonder if it held magical powers..."
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