1724 17 3
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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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1724 9 7
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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1724 16 15
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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1724 11 9
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The taste of / what is denied us is always sweet
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1723 2 1
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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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1723 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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1723 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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1723 7 4
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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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1723 14 11
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1723 19 11
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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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1722 14 13
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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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1722 18 19
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Where we live, at the edge of the foothills at the east edge of town, fire is always a worry during the summer, and this has been an exceptionally dry year.
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1722 15 12
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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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1722 10 4
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Again, that was not the man I once knew. If they were taking Las Vegas odds; I should be the one dealing with this first.
Why was it him and not me?
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1722 4 3
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I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
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1722 10 6
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I see young girls in their white summer dresses and remember how I was like that, light youth that barely touched the ground. Screwing and unscrewing the lid of a salt shaker (sitting at a table.) Swinging a shoe off the tip of my toes. Rubbing a foot u
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1722 8 1
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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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1722 4 2
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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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1722 17 7
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Through its branches we saw a couple. Teenagers, narrow and pale, two young birch trees, their roots twisted, submerged in the water.
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1721 17 10
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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1721 17 14
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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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1721 11 10
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In San Francisco, there rides at night a phantom streetcar whose driver is none other than Walt Whitman . . .
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1721 1 1
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The tiles begin inching toward him as soon as he moves. You've seen filings on glass. He's the magnet on the underside.
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1721 9 1
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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1721 18 19
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1721 22 12
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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1721 3 3
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When i close my eyesI see the faces of the deadI hear their voices The things they said, their laughter The ones i thought would live forever!! Something got them though: the ones who lived fastIt was a drug, some bullets, a disease I thought they would live forever!!Those…
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1721 5 3
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It's a pretty strange feeling when you think you're about to bite into some ice cream and instead it's gazpacho.
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1720 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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1720 2 2
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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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