1872 14 11
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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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1871 2 0
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A universe, all of it, was encased in glass.
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1871 14 14
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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1871 1 0
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It was stubborn early winter, when everyone was cold but went outside anyways, rubbing red fingers and shuffling feet.
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1871 12 8
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"Everything except food and sex."
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1871 2 0
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They were starting to get winded. The boy, his father and his little brother were hiking up a hill, cutting a diagonal path through hay-colored grass towards an outcrop of craggy boulders below the hill's summit.
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1871 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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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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1869 14 12
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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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1869 3 3
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To what better worlds remain.
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1869 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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1869 1 1
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After lunch it's vocal coaching: shrieking, screaming, crying Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!, panting and face fanning. Next it's ‘situational training', where we pretend to be audience members on real talk shows and practice everything we've learned th
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Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
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In another lifetime the loft had been a shoe factory and I joked how in the dark of night I could hear the ghosts of lost soles speaking in tongues. There was the rolling of eyes, and when I repeated the joke to my therapist, who was actually sitting acr
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1869 8 5
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"There is something in the air. It makes people sick, makes them want to die. They
cannot inhale too deeply for fear that it will turn them mad."
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1869 4 2
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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1868 3 0
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1868 12 9
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What happened later that evening is unclear. When Mickey got back to his quarters, he was in good spirits. Buoyant even.
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1868 27 14
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Your writing offended the editors greatly, and we would select certain word choices we disliked, but we truly hated every word, including mere articles, prepositions, and conjunctions.
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1868 4 4
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A man on the sidewalk dressed as a hot dog hits a triangle dinner bell with a clang and yells for everyone to come and eat at Hot Dog Hot Dog. We were feeling more like fish and chips or spicy pulled pork, but there's something about how…
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1868 10 9
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The tiny green light flashing in the lawn of an apartment building one night that caught Roberta’s attention while we were walking home from Café Vita.
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1868 1 1
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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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1868 6 4
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What led to the current situation was that about a year ago the conceptual artist had been shocked to read in a small item in a newspaper that a conceptual artist in China had also grown an ear on his forearm and this discovery had led the conceptual artist to make a …
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1868 9 9
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They sat before the fire and played cribbage. He was a good player, but not as good as she was.
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1868 10 4
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So, like I said. Da. I have dealt with the men, when I was a lap dancer. The men they need the….manipulations. I have good hands. They want me to see them naked, their power. Here it is only the women. The massage, the facial, the waxing...
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1867 6 6
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When she finally arrived it was like a cello playing inside me
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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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Stupidity is not a mask; it is the face / and it is the face that betrays us / always.
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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