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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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194100
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My name is Sydnée Figge, and this is the beginning of my story.
I suppose it should be said that even though people call me Syd, I am not a man. People who can actually see me know that right away, and I’m not ashamed of that even though I’m a bit olde
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1941205
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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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19411710
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Every Thursday, around 11 am, right after the cemetery where I work receives the daily shipment of cremated remains to be interred, a frail nonagenarian steps out of the driver's seat of his Lincoln Continental and walks, unassisted, up a flight of twenty granite steps,…
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194133
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Don't feed it to the dog, it has bones, it is a whole goddamn chicken in a can, and I can't stress that enough. Besides one year you gave me a toilet seat for Christmas. I couldn't even eat that Ky
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19411514
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The rain pelted down, it got dark, and they couldn't see a thing. The wind roared like a thousand locomotives.
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1940129
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The bus is late; the papers disappear.
The china breaks, and the suit does not fit.
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194010
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It wasn't until about 2:30 that my hairpiece began mauling small children.
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1940128
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"Stop watching the news!Because the news contrives to frighten youTo make you feel small and aloneTo make you feel that your mind isn't your own"--MorrisseyThe world has gone crazy, but please let me make you One of my healing songs. You can eat it now, if you…
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19401414
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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194065
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weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
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194054
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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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194010
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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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193976
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Now, the Midwest was ashes. The oceans were covered with hydroponics plant growth.
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193984
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A girl waiting at the door, heart in a Ziploc. An elderly woman stopping at the bank. A bear in a screaming contest with a troop of girl scouts.
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193953
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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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1938105
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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193864
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193800
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As we sat at the cafe, Darrell told me that he had to make a mushroom delivery to one of his clients in Berkeley. I never knew whether it was legal or illegal business he was on, and he made a point of not telling me, because he said it was better I didn
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1938116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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19381812
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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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193800
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“Have you heard about Lucius?” The lawyer turned to the carpenter. “They say he's gone mad. Just gone; the madness of the gods.” Sitting in the barbershop were the former two, one in his forties and the other of his fifties; a gray-haired…
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193842
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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1937134
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tell me about the time you lived in Carolina, and what my smile does
for you.
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193700
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Track One Johnny Burkemeister, lead vocals and flutist of the band Albatross Antics, sits on his bed thinking in silence. His elbow rests on his knee, and his palm on his forehead with his fingers running through his dirty-blonde hair. He is staring at a copy of Paste…
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1937174
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It was in the spring of 1958 when I first arrived in Kobe, Japan, traveling aboard a Norwegian merchant ship, looking to make movies on a limited budget. Superior quality cameras, lenses, and film were being produced in Japan at a fraction of the cost for similar products…
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193742
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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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193752
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The courtroom smelled a lot like mold and it was hot as you could imagine. I sweated through my shirt and wondered if he wasn’t dying under his robe. He looked down at me from his bench and I just knew he was going to call me a commie and sentence me to l
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19371212
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you were very very small, you were everso small, you were like – the tiniest creature, hopping about on one leg
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193777
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maybe eventually time / will erase our time together
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