1922 4 1
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Steam rolls out of the bathroom as Mr. Larson opens the door with a white towel around his waist. Pepper strolls up to him and purrs as she rubs her long, gray tail against his tanned legs."Hey, girl.” He runs his coarse, scarred fingers through the cat's soft coat.…
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1922137
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Eons later, Bobo evolves into Shakespeare. Bonus feature: wings.
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192200
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My name is Sydnée Figge, and this is the beginning of my story.
I suppose it should be said that even though people call me Syd, I am not a man. People who can actually see me know that right away, and I’m not ashamed of that even though I’m a bit olde
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1921174
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It was in the spring of 1958 when I first arrived in Kobe, Japan, traveling aboard a Norwegian merchant ship, looking to make movies on a limited budget. Superior quality cameras, lenses, and film were being produced in Japan at a fraction of the cost for similar products…
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192110
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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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192172
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leaning over the banister, her Christmas waist making the wood swoon and creak, a warning sign if there ever was one...
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192198
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The giant hurled threats and insults. He brandished a knife that was a foot long.
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1921105
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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1921114
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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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192135
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The vampire donated floodlights so the children could play ballgames at night. The lights came on but the dugouts remained vacant. The vampire sat alone in the bleachers. “Sometimes I am less than the sum of my parts,” he said to the sum of his parts.
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19201812
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Reality winks at us then scampers off
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192084
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He wrote, wrote, wrote with the sharp eye of an eagle...
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192011
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After lunch it's vocal coaching: shrieking, screaming, crying Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!, panting and face fanning. Next it's ‘situational training', where we pretend to be audience members on real talk shows and practice everything we've learned th
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192042
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“Really? And you write…?” asked her breasts in the black dress, making excellent eye contact. He smiled at them.
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192092
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I won't fail at this like trying to fix a leaking sink without mud grease or washers tinier than Cheerios.
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192010
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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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192053
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It's a pretty strange feeling when you think you're about to bite into some ice cream and instead it's gazpacho.
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191911
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Amid the swerve and pulse of hungry bodies Girma Dali picks his spot, a tissue-wide patch of net where's he going to strike. A green-jerseyed defender closes in on him his brute momentum unleashed like a kamikaze pilot swooping into enemy orbit, his lunging body makes…
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191976
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2. humility You know what silly does? Silly guarantees that you will enjoy the moment as the moment for the moment. Clowns make fun of silly. Isn't that ironic? They are in essence the opposite of their own image. That's why so many people see them as evil--because you…
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191921
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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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1919168
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dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
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191910
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It wasn't until about 2:30 that my hairpiece began mauling small children.
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191900
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The first time they were separated, he rediscovered music and writing.
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1919128
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"Stop watching the news!Because the news contrives to frighten youTo make you feel small and aloneTo make you feel that your mind isn't your own"--MorrisseyThe world has gone crazy, but please let me make you One of my healing songs. You can eat it now, if you…
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1919116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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191942
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I want to break that mug. (Break him.)
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191985
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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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191973
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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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191965
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weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
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191984
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A girl waiting at the door, heart in a Ziploc. An elderly woman stopping at the bank. A bear in a screaming contest with a troop of girl scouts.
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