1952 6 4
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The sudden sound of his engine starting breaks the silence of the hot, summer, Florida night. As he drives away in his black Chevy truck he glances in the rear view mirror at his girlfriend's house. He tries to forget about the girl he is leaving behind. His heart begins to…
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195221
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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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195212
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In his dreams, he swam in piles of pills. Sometimes the piles were infinite, other times the were contained, tonight the pills were intense shiny reds, chalky yellows, deep blues and matte purples and swirled around in a children's inflatable castle. Derek swam happily,…
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195210
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195265
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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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1952128
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"Everything except food and sex."
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19521511
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There was nothing to do but dream ourselves forward. Nothing to do but not die.
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195298
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The stand is designed to clasp two guitars, one on either side. She cradles an Ovation in her arms, a guitar variety our high school friends used to call a soup bowl. In the stand is an acoustic-electric hybrid that I toyed with for ten…
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195221
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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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19521211
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Call him a hobo or homeless or bum or junkie.
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195150
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Okay, let’s go swing by The Strip. Appositely labelled. A little cutting of concrete Britain, torn off and transplanted here in the Greece of antiquity. Strip teasing. Divesting the flush Northern Europeans of their pleasure tokens, in return for token
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1951136
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And so it begins, like this, waiting to long for a lazy train out of West Toledo...
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19511615
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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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19511611
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Is there a recipe for / lasting happiness?
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195066
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4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
> > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
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195097
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Giving challenging patrons funny nicknames is a "library thing."
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195031
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195052
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I think I’m the best Marilyn Monroe there ever was.
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195041
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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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195010
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The summer before cancer—the summer of the boy/friend, the summer before Max started high school, the summer when all the decisions about blowing apart their marriage were made—they drove to Martha's Vineyard. Astrid had insisted she wasn't going, rig
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19502212
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So, how did they meet? After years and years of starvation and gruesomeness and lack of human contact because there were no humans left, only walking corpses, a woman gently lifted the sixty-pound dead man's penis with a cool washrag and wiped him clean. The dead…
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1950105
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194933
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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194984
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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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194986
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When the boy held the rifle’s sights on a living creature, his breath stilled and his heartbeat swimming in his ears, his father seemed close.
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194950
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“No, dad, I've never seen urine colored pearls.”
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1949108
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La Petite Ange had lived all her life in Paris under the strange architectural twists of Notre Dame. She had been a Bluebell girl once, kicking her surprisingly long legs into the air to the delight of plumbers and Prince du…
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1949135
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Dad woke us up and said it was time to go.
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19491615
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The dancer was a little chubby, but I didn't mind. It gave her more to shake.
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194942
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Great Uncle did stunts in silents and shot a man in a cowboy one-reeler, then vanished to the hills like Roy Earle in High Sierra.
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