1948 10 5
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Over our short, yet enduring relationship, I found that he was desperately trying to reconcile his ambitions with his situation. I left and he continued to be unhappy, trying to "fix" what he now realized had been broken all along. In the end, a span of a
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1948 4 2
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He returned to America on the Fourth of July. Twisting in his cramped window seat miles above the Atlantic, he buckled up before the descent. “You can handle this,” he muttered. Hungover, still reeling from the dreamy head-turning experience of…
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1948 4 2
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"I was hit by an Amtrak train and dragged a hundred feet, and I'm going to die from smoking cigarettes."
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1948 16 6
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...when she spoke, her voice still seemed to spill bourbon from a heavy crystal tumbler, and drift cigarette smoke in a dark paneled room.
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1948 11 4
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A wall of icons can be beautiful if you don’t look closely at the hands. The hands tell stories of too short lives and unrequited love.
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1947 10 8
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Time to pull in the shining teeth, but it makes me so sad, you know I'd rather be holding hands. The others have told me, don't hold back, hit them with every white knuckle, and let them bleed out, I'd rather be kissing your face. It hurts,…
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1947 8 5
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Kids are fascinated by me. Adults look the other way. Maybe it's my size. Or maybe it's the stories in the newspapers.
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1947 4 2
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I know I know how many times you want me to tell you I’m sorry, okay?
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1947 17 14
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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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1947 20 12
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1947 0 0
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In desperation, the city council imported a shaman to exorcise whatever demons had possessed the house.
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1947 3 3
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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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1947 1 1
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Right away, like toadstools, there were crackpot theories. The first: that kids out on the lake dock, against fire department warnings...
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1946 8 3
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love notes yellowed through the years
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1946 6 3
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Oh, also, had no idea what the whole visit to the Kingdom of the Dead was getting at. Interesting, but seems unrelated to the larger story. I'd cut it. Remember — this is a story about one man's attempt to get home. Stay focused on that.
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1946 10 6
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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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1946 5 1
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When Bill was in the hospital, one month bleeding into the next, his mother visited exactly twice, both times complaining of the things she needed or couldn’t get rid of: mop heads, bleach, dustpans, detergents, grease, turgid water in the basement. And
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1946 6 5
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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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1946 7 2
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French pee runs stronger, less minty. In France the world' a pissoir.
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1946 4 0
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I hadn't yet assembled enough pieces of Italian to explain any of this, but it was hardly necessary. The fact that I was a scrittore in a language foreign to her seemed to make me especially fascinating...
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1946 20 5
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He tells me that only a few things had happened in his life but some of them he had felt deeply.
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1946 6 4
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Belief is a hammer, like saying the mind is a piece of iron.
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1946 3 5
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The vampire donated floodlights so the children could play ballgames at night. The lights came on but the dugouts remained vacant. The vampire sat alone in the bleachers. “Sometimes I am less than the sum of my parts,” he said to the sum of his parts.
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1945 10 3
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“I’ll be damned,” he said. “I never knew where that was.”
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1945 2 0
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A universe, all of it, was encased in glass.
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1945 18 12
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There's a man sitting in my room holding a jar of my ashes. That's what he claims.
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1945 1 0
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He was the tall, whippy type. Dangerous.
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1945 6 5
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weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
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1945 0 0
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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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1945 20 8
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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