1902 15 11
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There was nothing to do but dream ourselves forward. Nothing to do but not die.
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1902 12 11
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Everything would've been copasetic except about the time we got down there they put the turkey in the fryer..
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1902 17 13
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1902 9 6
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"He doesn't have a parish," I said. "He works in a hospital in the East Bay. He told me that if I were in that hospital and I woke up and saw him, I was in big trouble."
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1902 4 4
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Our Lord Savior Google/ answers prayers without prejudice/ and leaves the self-hatred up to you
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1901 3 1
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The shark’s voice was dark, warm and scratchy, like dying embers.
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1901 3 2
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Sometimes you're searching for a family and you don't even know it. Sometimes a family finds you.
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1901 1 1
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He took a long, noisy sip from the glass of wine as he peered across the rim to see her walk by."Now SHE would never get our order wrong" he said to his two friends seated at the table with him.The two men looked at each other and laughed. It was obvious Johnny was…
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1901 6 5
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There are glasses in the sinkfrom the water that I drink.And the books in my li-braryare not dumb and ordinary.There's a doggie at my door;did I go to the pet store?There's a puppy on my couch-ywho was happy, now she's grouchy.Was a writer, now an authoror an otter; no, an…
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1901 12 11
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Call him a hobo or homeless or bum or junkie.
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1900 8 0
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“You always use that as a crutch. You, a sixteen year old girl. The way you were…” She looked at me, shaking her head, looking at my body as if remembering some wrong, some thing that should not have been.
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1900 2 3
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It's blues, bars and boots since you went away. You were wiferustled like sheep, like cattle.
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1900 15 12
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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1900 14 3
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You have a house (plural, as in Spain)
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1900 7 4
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So no one ever caught sight of Eleanor picking her nose; besides, that wasn't what she was doing.
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1900 12 4
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was yesterday’s dawn breaking in the high sky/ meant for us?
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1900 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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1900 4 1
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"What's that smell?" Osama glares at me from the front seat of the Trans Am.
"What smell?" I say.
"You smell like a diaper. Are you wearing a diaper?" Osama and Peach both laugh at me.
"No... maybe, its my Baby Soft perfume. Is it too strong?"
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1899 1 1
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His name was Atticus. Yes, exactly like that other Atticus you’re thinking of. Though it was more to do with his mother’s unnatural obsession with Gregory Peck and less to do with a love of classic novels (because Lord knows she scarcely read a thing
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1899 40 24
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What used to be a scene has broken into fragments and blips of her on a screen I can’t control or manipulate.
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1899 27 7
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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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1899 11 10
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Your boredoms are not my fascinations. Your boredoms Belong to the ice caves with the Mammoths, Although haven't they been tortured enough by the Changing winds? Your boredoms are far from twinkling Objects in the beaks of ancient crows,…
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1899 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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1899 2 2
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"Don't fuss, hon. I just lick it off like tequila."
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1899 3 1
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[ETIQUETTE ... DECORUM ... BOUNDARIES ... BAH!]
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1899 2 1
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One night the woman went down in the
basement, grabbed an electric drill, and let the voices out in eight places.
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1898 13 7
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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1898 7 6
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At noon on a weekday in the off season, when the trickle of tourists who wandered into the Mermaid Curio Shoppe had died out completely, she walked in with wet hair, leaving tiny puddles on the floorboards.
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1898 13 11
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they were open weekends if we needed to bring him in for euthanasia.
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1898 10 7
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The Muse stands at the summit of a paragraph playing with a yo-yo.
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