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He heard her crying out behind the curtain that had been drawn around the bed. Each cry was more strained than the last. She complained about the burning, called the nurses "putane" and threatened to rip out the device they'd inserted into her. He sat t
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The rain pelted down, it got dark, and they couldn't see a thing. The wind roared like a thousand locomotives.
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As we sat at the cafe, Darrell told me that he had to make a mushroom delivery to one of his clients in Berkeley. I never knew whether it was legal or illegal business he was on, and he made a point of not telling me, because he said it was better I didn
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It wasn't until about 2:30 that my hairpiece began mauling small children.
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How many of them, I'm wondering, are just going through the motions until the power goes out and never comes back on again? They've got to know the Americans will never let the city fall to the færies.
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Her face had that strange preserved quality Maybelle saw in many aging Boomer women — like an old toy never removed from its packaging.
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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Why don't we do it in a yellow submarine?
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The young man is back again, solo,
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So I'm digging, clawing the black earth, disappearing in its ore and shadow.
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And I was going into the visions you get before you go to sleep. And I heard her moan. It was so beautiful. I moaned back. And she moaned again. And I did too. We pretended I guess that we didn’t hear each other. That we were moaning in our sleep.
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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...even unbelieving prayer
muttered with quiet resigned breaths
can not foretell or forestall stains...
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It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly native American criminal class except Congress.
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The shark’s voice was dark, warm and scratchy, like dying embers.
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The heart is a toothed hole that cannot be filled.
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My name is Sydnée Figge, and this is the beginning of my story.
I suppose it should be said that even though people call me Syd, I am not a man. People who can actually see me know that right away, and I’m not ashamed of that even though I’m a bit olde
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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In the beginning the revolution was all motion and energy. When the President for Life resigned motion and energy disappeared with the sounds of clapping hands.
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The mountains of humility went silent, / the rain of regency dried its eyes
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Here they come, those witnesses.
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Mars' circled state is slain, no bird of Jove That roosts protected in its green youth's flush; Its storms no more bring moistness from above, From blue beads cradled in one thunder's flash. The god of War was husband once to Love: Her arms were …
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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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I can barely feel the blade as it first goes in. I'm pleasantly surprised. But as she drags the knife across my skin the pain increases becoming more and more painful rising to a point of unbearable agony the further she cuts.
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He’d been wishing for months that he’d bought a retro clothing store. He would have called it HARRY’S HOARY HOSERRY. He would have met a better class of women.
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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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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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My piano tutor, a walnut-faced shrew, rapped my knuckles with her small plastic baton to smack them back into the proper tempo, an adagio I’d mastered weeks before. One hour until the audition and damn if this woman didn’t break the skin of two of my fing
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“What does the future hold?”
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a dry bony voice/from a desiccated soul/coughs up its own throat.
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