1952 13 11
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they were open weekends if we needed to bring him in for euthanasia.
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1952 29 15
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Even solid seeming concrete creeps/
in time to form the faint smile of deflection./
A marble rolls along the catenary grin.
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1952 16 15
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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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1952 2 1
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I didn’t kiss Odgeir because I fancied him, I kissed him because I knew other people fancied him.
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1952 11 8
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Everyone at the Bermudez Brothers Combined Shows and Circus held one low opinion or another about Jimmy Dubcek.
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1952 0 0
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As Mayumi ran toward the battle, she watched helicopters over the giant centipede explode and rain down on the street below. Lightning bolts, fireballs, and water balls that burst into rain, littered the skies.
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1952 10 5
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Okay, it was a long shot but who in that room wasn’t desperate to shift that shit? All our jobs depended on it.
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1952 11 9
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We'll Thelma-and-Louise it, I urged, Bonnie-and-Clyde it, she bettered, Sundance-and-Butch it, I proffered but she was already leaning in for a kiss.
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1951 6 2
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It was as if a car bomb went off in Beaver Cleaverville.
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1951 16 15
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One by one I lost my desires.
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1951 6 2
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Kitchen Knife (n.)1. A standard kitchen tool consisting of a sharp blade attached to a handle intended for cutting, peeling, chopping, slicing, and dicing.2. Used primarily for food preparation (see also BUTCHERING; BACKSTABBING; JACK THE RIPPER; DEATH BY A THOUSAND…
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1951 9 5
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“…And his smell. That Brett smell. It might become my smell…”
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1951 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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1951 0 0
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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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1951 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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1951 2 2
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Forty years is a very long time to live with someone.Ellen stood motionless at the curtainless kitchen window, staring at the autumnal woods, looking for signs of the various animals that frequented her property. She had done this every morning and every evening since Jim…
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1951 0 0
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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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1951 8 3
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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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1950 7 2
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Fingers of angry red welts crossed his face and neck.
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1950 20 10
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Went back to his cab and returned with a whip...
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1950 0 0
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"I didn’t take my mother’s denial of my dream lightly. I wanted it desperately. I cried and pleaded, nagged and begged. On several occasions, I temperamentally got out of the car at a stop sign and walked. Once, my mother said that I was nagging her so mu
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1950 5 1
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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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1950 3 2
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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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1950 1 0
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There were literally thousands of criteria that got people of every stripe and strata on the list, which had been maintained since before the very first human fingers scrawled crude images on blank surfaces.
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1950 0 0
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Incredibly he began to picture in his mind a scene not related at all to his frenzied search but of a huge plate of apple pie a la mode with the vanilla ice cream melting in streams like cool lava down the side of the pie and off of the plate.
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1949 3 3
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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1949 2 2
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Mama told me never to play with the Dooley boys. They play too rough, they’re not to be trusted, and no one has seen Mrs. Dooley since she tried to clean out their tree house. Mama would always say, “You play with the Dooley Boys, you play with Satan.”
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1949 3 1
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“That’s just Ryan W. Bradley—son of a bitch knows better by now.”
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1949 6 3
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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1949 1 1
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Once, when I had not talked to you in a long time, I woke with your name in my mouth.
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