1822 2 2
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The rain fell from the roof. It fell from my voice and and my eyes. Toshiro's Kukichiro stomped gutshot through the mud with his katana. Young and beautiful, Mifumi died there on the screen though he doesn't really die for fifty or more years, they think from something…
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182100
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—with spinster goddesses in the middle of things / circling looms.
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18211315
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Somewhere a banjo, somewhere a hound.
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182121
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She stepped into a pair of high heeled slippers and began to dance. She was Salome, a witch, dancing like the most beautiful, the most skilled whores of Paris.
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1821109
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The tiny green light flashing in the lawn of an apartment building one night that caught Roberta’s attention while we were walking home from Café Vita.
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182111
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Steve Bancroft’s future wife showed up at his door that same night, slamming her hand loudly against the door and shouting for him. “Steve, Steve, wake up. Damn it, come on. You forgot to pick me up at the airport. Who are you in there with? I said wa
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1821208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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182100
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Incredibly he began to picture in his mind a scene not related at all to his frenzied search but of a huge plate of apple pie a la mode with the vanilla ice cream melting in streams like cool lava down the side of the pie and off of the plate.
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182162
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They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to change so they could cross the highway.
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182043
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Grace Gibbons is a way of life.
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182022
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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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182021
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She persisted. “How long have we been here?”
A note of anger crept into his voice. “How long? How long? Why …, why ….” He swallowed hard, realized he had forgotten.
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182065
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This is Jorge. He was a good little monkey. And always curious.Like the time he and his friend, the man in the amarillo sombrero, had to fly to Japan. *Jorge sat by the window. Watched the ground get further away. Until they were above the clouds. He looked out…
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182052
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And the voodoo pins pinged as, folding and imploding, she was reduced to a petro-chemical puddle.
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182072
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It’s not just the mailman. It’s the logo on the mailbox down the street. It’s the uniform. It’s any man or woman in the whole unsettling profession.
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1820108
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nothing can stop a group of genteel Southern women from a card game, and divine intervention makes one's participation in such an event quite worthwhile
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18201411
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182000
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Lighter-than-air flight was back. The skies of the coast were alight with colorful balloons, dirigibles, and zeppelins tethered to their docking towers along the beach, the huge aircraft bobbing in the breeze up and down the coast for miles,…
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181921
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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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18191310
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the ugliness will not be denied
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181911
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Once, when I had not talked to you in a long time, I woke with your name in my mouth.
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18191615
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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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1819102
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Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
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18181710
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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181852
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“It’s about basic working conditions!” she says, rubbing ice cubes on her nipples.
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1818106
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I turn up the music and slip into drone, rock it like a tunnel in canary. When that does not erase his face, I cup my breast with one hand and let my hair fall.
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18181819
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1818189
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feathered waves of tangerine peach
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1818103
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She refuses to let her eyes cry. Her eyes played tricks on her and showed her one thing was really another. They don't deserve to cry.
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181800
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Oh, and take off all your jewelry unless you want your relatives sifting you through a window screen looking for your diamond.
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