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187586
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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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187572
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It’s not just the mailman. It’s the logo on the mailbox down the street. It’s the uniform. It’s any man or woman in the whole unsettling profession.
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18751212
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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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187501
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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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187473
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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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187484
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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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187422
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No one is a Puritan under all that powder!
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1874114
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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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187497
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They say
it was like an elephant
married to a dove.
Imagine, me,
a dove!
Ridículo!
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187454
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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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1874114
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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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187462
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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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18731315
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Somewhere a banjo, somewhere a hound.
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187342
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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18731913
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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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18731212
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18731210
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She’d once read the Time-Life Encyclopedia on The Universe and became obsessed with the woman from Alabama who was singled out, by a rock from a far place, in her sleep.
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1873208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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187341
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fated and cruel, a person I don't love
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1873136
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The three were up early to await the deer with rifles, ammunition, and coffee.
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18731615
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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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187310
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I don't really know, though. I've been locked in a beer cave for the last ten years of my life. I was just let out by some frat boys who were looking for Natty Light.
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187298
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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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187210
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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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187221
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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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187221
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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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187231
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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187276
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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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187275
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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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