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Copernicus spied/a new centrifugal spin:/Bosch saw what he meant.
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177310
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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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17731514
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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177366
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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
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177352
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And the voodoo pins pinged as, folding and imploding, she was reduced to a petro-chemical puddle.
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1773108
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nothing can stop a group of genteel Southern women from a card game, and divine intervention makes one's participation in such an event quite worthwhile
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177397
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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177310
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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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17721413
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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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1772218
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177221
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Beard of Bees
My father always used to say to me, he said "Son" (he called me son) "Son. Falling in love is easy. Getting into the Guinness Book of World Records is hard".
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177288
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Doorface has a door for a face. Thus his name. He was born with it. The door in his face, not his name. No one is born with a name. The naming comes later.Doorface finds his unusual physiognomy mildly inconvenient. People keep trying to enter his head. No one likes it when…
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177210
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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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1772147
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I knew it was just a matter of time...
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177272
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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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177243
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I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
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177231
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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177281
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In between ketchup-covered fries, a Quarter Pounder, and a vanilla shake, catty comments, and lots of laughs, Marylou slipped in her announcement, a grenade in a rose garden. “I'm pregnant,” she said.
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17721510
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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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177276
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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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177211
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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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17721310
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He'd tend the door himself in high lace up boots, orange rhinestone hot pants, a tight black t-shirt, and black boa with orange swirl.
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1772208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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17712217
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Sometimes cats had to die or dogs
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17712010
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The contrast can be summed up in a sip.
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17711714
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...the astonishing discovery...
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17711310
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the ugliness will not be denied
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17713915
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If I had been a cat you probably would have kept me forever, even with an incurable disease. I think about that every time I clean the litter pan, especially late at night.
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177163
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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177122
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That's what friends told him.He looks at the unpacked boxes around the apartment, hoping he hadn't packed any of her stuff in his haste.
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