1872 13 15
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Somewhere a banjo, somewhere a hound.
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1872 1 1
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Eyes so much deeper, that the internal flow could not hope to equal the intensity fired beyond iris, pupil and sclera. So blue, that life could not exist in the fragile shape of his heart, blue veins outlining an ever enlargening circumference…
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1872 7 5
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“Ah Willie! Ah my boy! You poor sweet faced youth. Gone now! Our memories, Willie, our memories will haunt us forever with your laughter, your joy, your enduring excuses, your misspellings & badly slanted penmanship. Oh Willie. My boy. Gone & gone f
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1872 13 6
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The three were up early to await the deer with rifles, ammunition, and coffee.
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1872 0 1
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I watch my brother carry her into the hospital, and I love him with parts of myself I didn’t know were capable of love. I love my brother with the space behind my eyes, the skin between my fingers, the ends of my hair, the crease in my neck. I love him wi
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1871 7 3
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Maybe she thinks in Czech, dreams in German, pretends in English. Babylon is a beautiful place after all.
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1871 9 1
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I've come to the Playboy Mansion on a mission of mercy. Hugh Hefner, my good buddy, has just lost two girlfriends in a single day!
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1871 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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1871 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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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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1871 11 4
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Billy had crystal blue eyes A small mouth And long hair to cover up his Hearing aids. He told me once, with his hands How he liked to submerge His head in water and yell So loud he could feel it. "I can hear myself that way," he…
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1871 12 7
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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1871 12 12
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Momma called them Vaughens, "a outfit," and said, "they shoulda throwed the book at that Darla Jean."
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1871 5 4
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It was Brad, for short; or so he would say. But really his name was Bradford, and he was a writer. He had almost always lived in New York. He was only half-white. His mother had run away with a black man in the sixties. Her father had told her to never come back to…
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1871 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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1871 14 11
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1870 8 4
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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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1870 4 2
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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1870 1 0
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It was stubborn early winter, when everyone was cold but went outside anyways, rubbing red fingers and shuffling feet.
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1870 12 8
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"Everything except food and sex."
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1870 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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1870 20 8
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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1870 6 2
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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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1869 12 12
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1869 2 1
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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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1869 2 1
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My name is Lu-chen Wyatt, and I have watched this tomb for seven years with undying loyalty. Tomorrow I am going away, and I wish to set down the story of my leaving and to say goodbye to Set-Yi, whose burial place has been my home for so long.
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1869 2 2
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No one is a Puritan under all that powder!
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1869 3 1
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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1869 7 6
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There’s not enough cigarette cloud to conceal her, malnourished and pale beneath blue and pink lights that summon 80s-era skate rinks. She saunters towards the center of the stage, asking her bored expression to convey detachment, while a DJ that fits the
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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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