1720 11 7
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when the surface of a photograph gets like this that it has gone blind
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1720173
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My swinging purse sent saucers tinkling to the tile and the copper-headed waitress flew over, swooping on the shatter, clutching clean forks like a handful of flowers.
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172010
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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17201312
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She was thrilled when she learned that her best friend was having an affair.
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17201412
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A sweet fog rises to the rafters. Inhale.
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172022
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The rain fell from the roof. It fell from my voice and and my eyes. Toshiro's Kukichiro stomped gutshot through the mud with his katana. Young and beautiful, Mifumi died there on the screen though he doesn't really die for fifty or more years, they think from something…
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17191513
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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17191715
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Before the days of “customer experience,” Eddie figured out whatever information he could about his clients. He asked them for business cards, recorded their phone numbers from the reservation book, snapped photos of them in his mind…
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171921
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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171991
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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17192212
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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17191312
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171975
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He drifted for years: No forwarding. No phone.
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171911
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{Chapter iv of Undermind} "What do you think of the light in our city at night?" It spreads out in every direction, following the hills and valleys of the city, visible into the far distance from the Penthouse party room on the 44th floor. "Gorgeous!…
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171962
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I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.
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171840
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And without further ado, The Author.
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1718118
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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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17181512
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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171822
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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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171800
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171800
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that is a fair description of our family if I add the disclaimer that the girls are whores and we don’t have much in common.
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171874
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She said he was missing the whole point: it was a decoration, not an actual pillow. You were supposed to place it somewhere artful.
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171811
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17171512
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Leonard didn't know that cute girl well, hardly at all, but he really wanted to. She was his first real crush in Junior High. He got his chance and talked to her some one day while they were walking down the hall between classes. She actually spoke to him first. The bell…
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171710
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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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17171910
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A constellation appears in the shape of Van Gogh’s missing ear.
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17171414
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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171743
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I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
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17171819
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171772
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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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