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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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177342
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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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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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177264
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Copernicus spied/a new centrifugal spin:/Bosch saw what he meant.
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17721514
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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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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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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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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177110
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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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1771147
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I knew it was just a matter of time...
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177172
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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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177143
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I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
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177131
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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1771208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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1771117
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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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17711911
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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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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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17701315
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Somewhere a banjo, somewhere a hound.
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17701310
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the ugliness will not be denied
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177088
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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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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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Looking for meaning in spaces between words.
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