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It wasn't until about 2:30 that my hairpiece began mauling small children.
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191121
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She persisted. “How long have we been here?”
A note of anger crept into his voice. “How long? How long? Why …, why ….” He swallowed hard, realized he had forgotten.
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191121
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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191185
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They have a saying in Russia: Live in Voronezh, work in Samara, die in Tyumen. In honour of Saint Rose, born on the banks of the Voronezh, fed the hungry and the poor of Samara, torn apart by wolves in Tyumen on the exact date that she had herself predict
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191130
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If I was a bum
I’d risk everything
for a drink or a smoke
I would beg and curse and steal
if I was a bum
If I was a bum
I would cuss out the Pope
I would not vote for anyone
because I would know truly
they’d be telling gross lies
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191076
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2. humility You know what silly does? Silly guarantees that you will enjoy the moment as the moment for the moment. Clowns make fun of silly. Isn't that ironic? They are in essence the opposite of their own image. That's why so many people see them as evil--because you…
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19101710
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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191021
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A plague of dykes mattered not. This spider-girl had driven the world of thought from Borden’s mind.
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191033
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To what better worlds remain.
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1910117
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when the surface of a photograph gets like this that it has gone blind
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191076
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Now, the Midwest was ashes. The oceans were covered with hydroponics plant growth.
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1910102
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Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
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191032
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He kept the lawn mowed at the perfect height. He mowed it twice a week to one inch. Some weeks he mowed it a third time for good measure.
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1909168
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dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
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190910
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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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190972
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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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1909119
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"Jesus was a zombie?" I ask, shocked.
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190935
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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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190900
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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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190864
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There were days in my youth when, through no fault of their own, my parents could not drive me the seven mile trip to my elementary school. When I got older they bought me a bike and that proved duly adequate as conveyance. But when I was six years in age
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19082010
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Their bodies, ripe uncovered flesh, had begun to erode, the edges of their limbs and cores bitten, taken by the wind in small pieces, flaking and tearing, some parts sliding, falling away.
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190884
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He wrote, wrote, wrote with the sharp eye of an eagle...
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190821
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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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1908105
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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190842
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“Really? And you write…?” asked her breasts in the black dress, making excellent eye contact. He smiled at them.
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190854
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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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1908208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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190892
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I won't fail at this like trying to fix a leaking sink without mud grease or washers tinier than Cheerios.
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1907105
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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19071412
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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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