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4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
> > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
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186654
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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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186662
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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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186591
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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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186598
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Travel into the beautiful swirling being you occupy whenever you get the chance. It's your right to seek the name of the most holy one in your deepest awakening. Then will you most likely find fellow travelers splashing about in their naked auras in…
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186531
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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186500
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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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186442
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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186433
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Blacked-out out on junk, I bet money on a sport I hated just last year.
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186410
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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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186411
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When Kim handed me some of her husband’s condoms—“Here, use these”—out of one of their bedroom dresser drawers, could she sense the astonishment I was trying my best not to show?
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1864128
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"Everything except food and sex."
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1864208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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186420
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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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186441
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fated and cruel, a person I don't love
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186432
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The ideas just came to them. "Nothing On" consisted of a television on a small stand, playing an endless loop of "Jersey Shore." "Shopping Bores Me" was a men's flannel shirt from American Apparel on an otherwise empty rack.
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186442
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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186342
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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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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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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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18631212
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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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186284
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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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186240
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There was that long weekend she'd spent lazing around a suite at the Beverly Wilshire between the Golden Globes and the Oscars with the suddenly now married actor, and then there had been Cabo. This was before the current thing and before the thing before
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186210
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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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18621913
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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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186220
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A universe, all of it, was encased in glass.
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1862109
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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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186276
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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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186297
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They say
it was like an elephant
married to a dove.
Imagine, me,
a dove!
Ridículo!
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