1884 7 3
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The package arrived, delivered to her work as was her preference. She took it to the ladies room and sat on the lounge, carefully opening the box, removing the new black patent leather FMQs, pulling out the tissue paper stuffed into the toes and placing her well-worn…
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1884 12 8
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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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1884 12 8
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"Everything except food and sex."
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1884 1 1
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We brought flowers for our dead lovers
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1884 0 0
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Two women grab a table near a window in a coffee shop. Outside, the sky is the color of dulled aluminum. It is early spring and pollen assaults the air with a tint of sulfur.
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1883 9 8
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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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1883 4 2
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He returned to America on the Fourth of July. Twisting in his cramped window seat miles above the Atlantic, he buckled up before the descent. “You can handle this,” he muttered. Hungover, still reeling from the dreamy head-turning experience of…
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1883 2 1
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A plague of dykes mattered not. This spider-girl had driven the world of thought from Borden’s mind.
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1883 0 0
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He picked her out of the crowd at Club Mai, easy when you knew what to look for: long, dark hair, pretty Latina face, store-bought tits. This one wore a tight dress that showed off her legs, sculpted to perfection by God and a pair of four-inch stilettos.
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1883 2 0
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A universe, all of it, was encased in glass.
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1883 8 5
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They have a saying in Russia: Live in Voronezh, work in Samara, die in Tyumen. In honour of Saint Rose, born on the banks of the Voronezh, fed the hungry and the poor of Samara, torn apart by wolves in Tyumen on the exact date that she had herself predict
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1883 9 7
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They say
it was like an elephant
married to a dove.
Imagine, me,
a dove!
Ridículo!
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1883 20 8
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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1883 6 2
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I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.
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1883 14 11
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1883 11 4
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A wall of icons can be beautiful if you don’t look closely at the hands. The hands tell stories of too short lives and unrequited love.
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1882 20 16
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The custard of eternity is scooped into
the quantum cone of knowledge and drips
out the bottom one lifetime at a time.
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1882 1 0
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“What I really want to know is, why is a straight guy called Caspar opening a lesbian leather bar in Berlin anyway?” Shona asked. “Schöneberg must really be going to the dogs.”
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1882 12 12
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1882 16 15
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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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1882 6 6
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There were avocados splayed across menus like 1950′s pinup girls–all thigh and curve. Avocados in California omelets. Avocados split and diced, sprayed with lime, slapped on bagels, served with tomato.
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1881 17 15
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Before the days of “customer experience,” Eddie figured out whatever information he could about his clients. He asked them for business cards, recorded their phone numbers from the reservation book, snapped photos of them in his mind…
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1881 17 12
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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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1881 8 6
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There was something wrong with this picture. Was he the man she had slept with last night?
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1881 2 2
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No one is a Puritan under all that powder!
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1881 10 2
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Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
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1881 1 0
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Jasmine invited herself over and plopped herself on my futon. "Let's fuck," she said, bluntly. "I want to."
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1881 2 0
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They were starting to get winded. The boy, his father and his little brother were hiking up a hill, cutting a diagonal path through hay-colored grass towards an outcrop of craggy boulders below the hill's summit.
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1881 10 5
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1880 10 5
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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