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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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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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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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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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Here they come, those witnesses.
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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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177310
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It wasn't until about 2:30 that my hairpiece began mauling small children.
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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What Mohammed didn’t tell me was the house was owned by drug dealers and inhabited by wealthy playboys who urged me over and over again to accompany them to the bathhouse.
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The heart is a toothed hole that cannot be filled.
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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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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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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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The mountains of humility went silent, / the rain of regency dried its eyes
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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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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So I'm digging, clawing the black earth, disappearing in its ore and shadow.
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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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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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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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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The shark’s voice was dark, warm and scratchy, like dying embers.
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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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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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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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177055
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He has one good eye and is missing the other. The socket of his missing eye squints with a disturbing and unfathomable insight.
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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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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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...even unbelieving prayer
muttered with quiet resigned breaths
can not foretell or forestall stains...
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