1920 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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192050
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He picked up the bottle of gin, looked at it.
"Not a lot left," he said.
"There's enough," she replied. She took the bottle and lifted it to her lips. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"For what?"
"You'll see."
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1920105
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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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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191910
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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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191972
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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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191942
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I want to break that mug. (Break him.)
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191911
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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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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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191900
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...It's my advice that this Fourth of July the Office of Homeland Security post the following instructions on your web site www.Ready.gov — people should act like my dog Lucy and just stay inside under the bed and tremble...
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191910
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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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191821
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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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191810
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It wasn't until about 2:30 that my hairpiece began mauling small children.
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1918128
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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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1918116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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1918208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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191892
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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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191853
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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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191798
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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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1917168
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dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
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191743
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The scaffolding had been difficult to construct. The rock floor of the bluff offered no purchase, so he'd been forced to anchor braces to the trees behind, then span some thirty feet. A cantilevered gallows reached another fifteen feet past the stage...
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191700
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As we sat at the cafe, Darrell told me that he had to make a mushroom delivery to one of his clients in Berkeley. I never knew whether it was legal or illegal business he was on, and he made a point of not telling me, because he said it was better I didn
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1917106
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I turn up the music and slip into drone, rock it like a tunnel in canary. When that does not erase his face, I cup my breast with one hand and let my hair fall.
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191700
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The first time they were separated, he rediscovered music and writing.
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191765
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He checks the bedrooms first,
then the hallway,
followed by the living room
and the bathrooms.
When he can't find you he takes to calling out,
daddy,
I'm sure the neighbors hear.
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19171414
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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191798
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The giant hurled threats and insults. He brandished a knife that was a foot long.
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191785
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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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191776
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Now, the Midwest was ashes. The oceans were covered with hydroponics plant growth.
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191765
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weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
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