1775 2 2
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"Don't fuss, hon. I just lick it off like tequila."
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17751813
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The young man is back again, solo,
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17752014
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In the bearded sun, I see a golden goat.
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17751514
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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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177400
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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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177410
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It wasn't until about 2:30 that my hairpiece began mauling small children.
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177450
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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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1774116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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177473
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Why don't we do it in a yellow submarine?
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177456
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The heart is a toothed hole that cannot be filled.
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1773124
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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177377
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The mountains of humility went silent, / the rain of regency dried its eyes
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17731712
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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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17731511
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Here they come, those witnesses.
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177331
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The shark’s voice was dark, warm and scratchy, like dying embers.
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177332
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So I'm digging, clawing the black earth, disappearing in its ore and shadow.
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177311
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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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177298
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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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177221
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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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177230
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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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17721112
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...even unbelieving prayer
muttered with quiet resigned breaths
can not foretell or forestall stains...
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177242
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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177285
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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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177282
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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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177200
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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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177100
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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177187
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a dry bony voice/from a desiccated soul/coughs up its own throat.
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177122
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I got to Victoria station at quarter to eleven on a Friday with nothing but a small leather bag and the vague idea of getting out of London.
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17711210
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Poor kid. She didn't mean to leave my business card on her kitchen counter next to the telephone. It was a mistake.
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177184
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A girl waiting at the door, heart in a Ziploc. An elderly woman stopping at the bank. A bear in a screaming contest with a troop of girl scouts.
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