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He had no idea about the first three cards - what he would call the flop - which looked dubious and full of danger.
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No fuckin' way, Maude. Excuse me, but you know I can't stand that bag of wind. No way.
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My mother's afraid the dog will drown. It's raining and our street is flooding and the dog is standing on top of his doghouse. My mother is pregnant. I can stand beneath her stomach and not even see her face. I watch her from the kitchen window. She's shoeless. She holds…
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...lotus roots carved with clunky holes like a mouse’s drawing of Swiss cheese.
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She had a compulsion to organize things according to their size or colour or according to some other abstruse algorithm that clicked through her mind. She didn't know that this was OCD
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Let’s play a game. I’m thinking of a word.
Do we have to?
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I walked on hot coals. She got ahead of me. (228 words)
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It was the end of a New York City summer, the heat and humidity thick all around. But in her body it was an unforgiving winter, the memory of pain always leaving her cold
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Azure walked through the fog as though she were walking to class. Her hands swayed through the mist and felt the thickness of the cloud through her fingers
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You enter the lobby of the office building tentatively at first - you're a little nervous about this interview, after all - but you recall how spectacular and professional you dressed that morning. Plus you read through the company's LinkedIn profile at least five times…
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In the small hours, when the crackling of the embers had stopped and the room had gone cold, the boiler kicked in and the pipes began to clang. He was half-roused out of his sleep, and then slipped under again to dream of Marley's fettered ghost.
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The wind rushed by her and she heard the faint sound of barking. And then she knew why she was coming. And she ran.
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“What is the sickness that you have?” Colin behind the glass wondered.
“Too much world,” said Anise Fish.
“We have that in common.”
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Doc and I talked for several hours. When I told him Mona was pregnant, he turned his head and looked at me. “Who's the father?” he asked. Don't know, I said. Mona didn't know, either.
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No one could understand. No one wanted to understand. They were all gripped with horror, fear flowing through every nerve in their body. Could it be a serial killer? Could it be an animal ? Could it be an accident? Or was this a prank gone bad ?
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We lived across, the street, across North Govenor, from a pretty art student whose stripper name was Jan the Blonde Bombshell.
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I spot another fat lady in another part of the store, and I slap her butt, too. She tells me I'm a bad boy.
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Where I work people use words like leverage. They do not appear to denote anything.
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The beachy slope
never draws such goliaths.
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She loved me once. When we were young and the world revolved slowly in our hands. She never said as much, but she did. I knew by the way she moved, the looks, the whispers in the dead of night that carried only to my ears. We spent weeks on that beach in…
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Do you spend most of your time on Facebook, or all of your time on Facebook?
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Loving you, I always knew, was a job I’d only get via a dead woman’s shoes. There you were, the recipient of pot roasts, fresh bread, at a loss amongst neighbourhood widows and divorcees. A tide of them rolled over you in calico blouses, cut off jeans
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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We all have friends that would drop everything to save us. It’s the times we don’t need help that they’re not nearly as attentive.
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I threw my hand / at the gearshift/
the car glided off.
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It was spring. The stepmother brought her newish daughter to the toy store for a surprise.
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Ripper the dog died after eating a Quarter which had lodged in Ripper's throat choking her to death. Steve Latino buried her in the backyard the next morning. He felt nothing…
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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When the car arrived, Kitty bounded out, lipstick-stained cigarette dangling, silver hair tightly teased. We could not escape her hug, smelling of peppermint and Aqua-Net and Jean Nate.
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