1721 17 10
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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17211817
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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172121
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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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17211414
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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1721173
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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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172191
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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17212212
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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17211615
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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172174
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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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17211911
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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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17201512
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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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17201714
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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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17201110
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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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172000
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172043
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I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
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1720108
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Because if they’re wavering, it's about the coin, always about the coin.
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17201312
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172011
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It broke through the surface of the suburban world and shattered it into pieces, fragments of dreams and amazement. She was not the same as she had been a moment before. It was an epiphany she couldn't put her finger on.
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17201817
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The air is dry and smoky from a fire some miles away. The air is cool. A pair of vultures is soaring in a circle high above the rising land.
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17201411
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172053
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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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171966
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When she finally arrived it was like a cello playing inside me
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17191311
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The hair on my arms have greyed, or so that's how it looks to me. It's been 12 years since we last spoke. I think I haven't aged too well. I bought a rocking chair.
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17191819
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171933
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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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171997
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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171942
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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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1718108
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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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17182417
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His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.
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171822
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Sometime that night I heard one; you get so you know when they’re coming in low down the valley or set up high over the coastals and I was sure about it.
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