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the ugliness will not be denied
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176774
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176764
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Copernicus spied/a new centrifugal spin:/Bosch saw what he meant.
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176732
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It wasn't meant to happen like this— the shutter, the feeling of breathlessness when he touched her shoulder, even after he had pointed out all of the things she had done incorrectly throughout the day. They had been married for five years in February, and as…
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You might as well be the man on the moon. Once touching your face was quotidian. When I tallied each day's pleasures, you, in this room or that, counted too much for me, I think. I stopped record keeping. I'm …
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1767105
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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176797
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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1767189
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feathered waves of tangerine peach
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1767103
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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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17671410
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17662417
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His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.
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176621
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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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176610
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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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176610
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At this time of night, the fluorescence makes his eyes bleed. The muscles in his legs are tight; walking's more of a necessity than anything else. Alexander pushes the shopping cart down the endless gray tile floors of the Grand Union on 35.
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176600
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So, like I said. Da. I have dealt with the men, when I was a lap dancer. The men they need the….manipulations. I have good hands. They want me to see them naked, their power. Here it is only the women. The massage, the facial, the waxing...
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176642
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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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17661911
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Emma pushes through the door of the corner market, aiming briskly for her car, keys in one hand, grocery bag in the other, shoulder bag slung. Best not to make eye contact with the loitering boozers and bikers from the bar next door. Double take. Can't…
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1765149
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Maybe all quarterbacks are shitwads.
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1765137
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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[CAUTION: THIS CAN CONTAINS THE CAFFEINE EQUIVALENT OF THREE CUPS OF COFFEE. PEOPLE WHO ARE ELDERLY, PREGNANT, OR SENSITIVE TO CAFFEINE SHOULD NOT CONSUME THIS BEVERAGE!]
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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176500
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His mouth smiled but his icy eyes did not. "You like it?," he asked with a thin deflated voice. "Old family recipe. Enjoy."
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176552
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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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1765127
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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176511
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We brought flowers for our dead lovers
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17641513
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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176466
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Little rambling soul,/kind guest, friend: leave me laughing,/pallid stiff, and bare.
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176400
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Bo ruled the city by suggesting new scent formulas in a booming croak of a voice that shook the earth for acres around, yet as a result everybody on the block smelled like fairy breath. Or, on his BAD BREATH DAYS all of the people reeked of rotted sushi f
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