1760 39 15
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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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1760 14 7
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I knew it was just a matter of time...
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1760 6 3
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Marlene smiles at me with her lips pressed together. The young girl standing with her can't be more than fourteen or fifteen although she is tall for her age. She too smiles. She has an intricate set of braces on her teeth. I can't tell if Marlene has teeth
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1760 13 10
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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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1760 2 1
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One night the woman went down in the
basement, grabbed an electric drill, and let the voices out in eight places.
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1760 3 1
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There’s no training course available for kids in love. You can watch your parents, you can watch other kids, but for the most part it’s all trial and error, and I'm still pretty shaky at almost all of it.
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1759 22 17
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Sometimes cats had to die or dogs
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1759 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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1759 4 3
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I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
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1759 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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1759 1 0
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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1759 12 12
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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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1759 1 1
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{Chapter iv of Undermind} "What do you think of the light in our city at night?" It spreads out in every direction, following the hills and valleys of the city, visible into the far distance from the Penthouse party room on the 44th floor. "Gorgeous!…
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1758 2 0
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Rose, silence her desire when she, in this moment of desire, has passed into the grey and dawdles in the margins of such a hurtful unconventionality. Bend her astray from such a becoming. It would be a horror show: intimate, endless, and bloody, just the
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1758 17 14
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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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1758 11 9
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They both have an annoying habit. She talks to him while she's in another room, and he doesn't answer because he can't hear what she's saying.
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1758 15 14
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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1758 6 6
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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
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1758 8 2
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1758 6 3
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When the world is quiet, all your thoughts demand attention.
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1758 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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1758 9 4
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“Why do I have to sign these cards? You haven't written your dreaded holiday letter yet.” “I told you not to complain or you'd be the one writing it. And addressing the envelopes. Then you can stamp them and take them to the Post Office!” …
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1758 0 0
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Incredibly he began to picture in his mind a scene not related at all to his frenzied search but of a huge plate of apple pie a la mode with the vanilla ice cream melting in streams like cool lava down the side of the pie and off of the plate.
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1758 3 0
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He was still on the ground...
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1757 20 10
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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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1757 15 9
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“Phennias Jessup is his name. That’s his death’s head scroll, an hourglass, bats, spirals and angel’s wings on either side of the top part of the stone. "
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1757 17 14
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...the astonishing discovery...
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1757 1 1
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Eyes so much deeper, that the internal flow could not hope to equal the intensity fired beyond iris, pupil and sclera. So blue, that life could not exist in the fragile shape of his heart, blue veins outlining an ever enlargening circumference…
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1757 6 3
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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1757 9 1
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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