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Copernicus spied/a new centrifugal spin:/Bosch saw what he meant.
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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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The place turns out to have a really nice ambiance, and while the pasta is only passable—though I ordered, I believe, the cheapest plate on the menu, so maybe I got what I deserved—the background dinner music playing is "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" by Wilco.
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Because if they’re wavering, it's about the coin, always about the coin.
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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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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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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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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The contrast can be summed up in a sip.
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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Where we live, at the edge of the foothills at the east edge of town, fire is always a worry during the summer, and this has been an exceptionally dry year.
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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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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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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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you were very very small, you were everso small, you were like – the tiniest creature, hopping about on one leg
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I wanted my sister to not be in that box. I wanted my parents to laugh again. I wanted my friends to actually be my friends and not call me hurtful names behind my back. I wanted my awful cousin to have never come into my room in the middle of the night. I…
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We brought flowers for our dead lovers
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My wife and I are cat people. Indeed, that's how we met. We met at a wake.
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Great Uncle did stunts in silents and shot a man in a cowboy one-reeler, then vanished to the hills like Roy Earle in High Sierra.
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Emma pushes through the door of the corner market, aiming briskly for her car, keys in one hand, grocery bag in the other, shoulder bag slung. Best not to make eye contact with the loitering boozers and bikers from the bar next door. Double take. Can't…
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tell me about the time you lived in Carolina, and what my smile does
for you.
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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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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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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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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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I knew it was just a matter of time...
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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
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And I just want to say that my morning song is better than yours. I want you to hear it buzzing in me like an old radiator. I want you to do what you’ve done before. To press your ear against the skin and listen for the static.
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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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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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