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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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18871414
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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188722
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No one is a Puritan under all that powder!
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18871510
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It's so far to get to where we aren't inthe way of someone's destructive progress.I'm only walking in my own gardensnow, but the big blue house is like an emptiedout envelope. I guess that makes this themissing letter. I don't know your heart's newaddress, but I once…
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1887102
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Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
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188733
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Last night, the station played me a dream of sexual promiscuity that included -- but was not limited to -- imaginative acts involving....
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188754
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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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1887208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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188700
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Lighter-than-air flight was back. The skies of the coast were alight with colorful balloons, dirigibles, and zeppelins tethered to their docking towers along the beach, the huge aircraft bobbing in the breeze up and down the coast for miles,…
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18861412
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He says, You think too much and he grins a grin that has all of the attic keys on a wrought iron ring, on a chain.
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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188621
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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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188610
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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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188672
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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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weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
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1886105
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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18862312
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Good buddy Jesus./
Life coach Jesus. Enthusiastic//
and optimistic Jesus, no cross/
or crown of thorns in sight.
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18851511
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Stupidity is not a mask; it is the face / and it is the face that betrays us / always.
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18851712
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It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly native American criminal class except Congress.
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1885118
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“Sometimes when I feel the urge to create, I don’t know whether to grab my paints, my camera, my guitar or my pen.”
“You could have sex,” her friend, sitting in the desk next to hers, joked.
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188521
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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188532
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One thing about being a musician—more specifically a drummer—struggling against the cost of living—more specifically the cost of living in the Bay Area—is that I will do just about anything to earn money.
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188473
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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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1884168
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dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
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18841817
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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188401
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They drifted for months, locked between the vast merciless blue and the withering sun. Their faces blistered and their minds bleached and weary. They conspired in the shadows, drew plans in the sawdust, they grew confident and…
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188421
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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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188410
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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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