1943 3 2
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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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19421615
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One by one I lost my desires.
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194231
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“That’s just Ryan W. Bradley—son of a bitch knows better by now.”
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19422210
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Mabel constructed the quintessential boundary. She carefully boiled down her pots and pans, her jewelry, her copper kettle, and the foils from forty six bottles of white pear cider into a silky metallic stew. Mable smeared the mixture onto a burlap…
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194200
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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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194210
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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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194122
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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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194101
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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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194100
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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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1941127
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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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19401814
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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19402712
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Nothing has changed//
except the toys and fashion.
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194084
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It don't knock you down to the goddamned ground and push your face into the mat and dare you to get back up. Just so it can knock you down again. They don't have real dreams. Dreams that make them wake up in the middle of the night. Hurting. Wanting.
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194022
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"Don't fuss, hon. I just lick it off like tequila."
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194011
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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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194063
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“I need an ambulance, we found a baby in a ditch.”
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1940118
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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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194010
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Gloomy night slippery as snake and duck.
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1940115
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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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194032
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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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1940119
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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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194021
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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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193900
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A burst of mud spilled out over Jonas and scooped his body up like a raging river. It spun his body over in a rebound rather than pushing him through the door.
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193900
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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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193900
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This is how we catch up. I write something down, and you read me quietly. In a year's time you will remind me, though I would have forgotten. I check to see if maybe you have put up a new song, every once in a while, but you don't sing as well as you used to.What has…
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193987
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a dry bony voice/from a desiccated soul/coughs up its own throat.
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19392010
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Went back to his cab and returned with a whip...
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1939117
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Winter melts to ashes and now we walk where hillocks dip like pillows, where a warm pocket of air keeps the scent of spring beauties for itself. Sensitive vetch so easily shocked folds under a feather yet the earth trembles where trout lilies shove. Buds stall on lilacs…
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19391615
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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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1939108
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Because if they’re wavering, it's about the coin, always about the coin.
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