1910 9 5
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Then I would say to my new friends, “My God, look at all the weight you’ve lost.” Even when they hadn’t lost any. Even when they were fatter than before.
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1909 24 17
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His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.
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1909 2 1
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Beard of Bees
My father always used to say to me, he said "Son" (he called me son) "Son. Falling in love is easy. Getting into the Guinness Book of World Records is hard".
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1909 2 0
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“I can’t believe you went ahead and got pregnant without me,” I said.
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1909 19 10
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The snows have not come but left behind are the sounds of summer in my old neighborhood.
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1909 2 1
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He lays his piping accoutrement on the bedside table, removes his cap, brocaded jacket, boots and slacks. Holmes brushes gently, the back of his hand across the confused face of Watson— their…
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1909 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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1909 16 11
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Is there a recipe for / lasting happiness?
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1909 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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1909 1 2
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Crea grew up above a pet store and now she dreams of cats. There are too many of them to name, a slinking mess of calico, tabby, tortoise-shell, black and white. There are more each night. They whisper to her, words made of hissing mewls. During the…
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1909 0 0
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Danica paused for a moment as thoughts of going to Avalon Tech changed to heading for Mystic Intelligence. She could not understand why she thought about going there.
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1909 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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1908 21 17
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After breakfast, he dresses and heads / for the blackjack tables.
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1908 3 0
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He was dead when he tried to wake up.
“Wake up,” he yelled silently to himself, although it didn’t sound silent to his voice.
“Brr, brr, brr,” shouted his alarm clock as it glared two red fives, a colon and a seven
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1908 16 14
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fire rolls through
the drive-thru
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1908 27 8
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They discovered the baby in the grass, under the snapping cotton sheets.
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1908 13 5
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Dad woke us up and said it was time to go.
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1908 1 1
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For a fleeting moment, eyes seemed to clear and the man spoke as if he were coming out of the pea soup fog that formed over the lake on spring mornings.
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1908 8 7
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"I've been on eight blind dates in three days," she tells me. I can't quite work the math out, but somehow the combination of her wildly undulating eyebrows and harsh vocal tone manage to convince me."I can play the kazoo," I tell her. It's my one saving grace--the thing…
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1907 5 6
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She told me one way to deal with it would be to put everything in a box and burn it.
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1907 9 7
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Giving challenging patrons funny nicknames is a "library thing."
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1907 12 4
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Stories Around People An Event Facebook lived in midtown, for there the people and windows shone like water. Though it would board the bus—1 day—and ride to the sea, where people said words like sea and where the city shone in the waves…
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1907 0 0
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In desperation, the city council imported a shaman to exorcise whatever demons had possessed the house.
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1907 4 1
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At that time I was meeting Jacob at 3:30 each afternoon in Joan of Arc Park so we could walk dogs together. This was our job.
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1907 10 5
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I don't want no laugh track
I'm trying to find something that's real
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1906 10 3
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“I’ll be damned,” he said. “I never knew where that was.”
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1906 8 4
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Cleaning the dust bunnies from under our lives, Zin says she wants to move to the country, maybe someplace as big as Texas. She claims that lately she's having trouble breathing between bricks or talking to hot chestnut vendors with rubber faces. It's giving her nightmares…
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1906 2 0
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When the writer expressed with subtle alacrity that he adored the painter, she was flattered and didn't raise objection. The writer-in his aloof manner, with experienced caution-pointedly wrote a poem directly for his muse. She never spoke of it, and hi
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1906 5 0
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“No, dad, I've never seen urine colored pearls.”
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1906 22 17
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The world is full of dead dogs
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