1711 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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171184
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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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171111
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Let there fly the sticky platypus of love, resplendent beak of the sleek.
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17101513
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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17102417
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His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.
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171091
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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171000
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Just as he expected, the reaction was spontaneous, euphoric and unequivocally positive. With just one exception. A politician connected with the home service of his parliamentary section's boss, with the mobile phone number 0-609-3459812, and known for hi
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17101716
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171042
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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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17101211
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Call him a hobo or homeless or bum or junkie.
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1710177
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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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170920
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His mother was not an aw-come-here-honey-and-give-me-a-hug type mom. She was the kind of mother who, if you had some kind of problem, would suggest that perhaps it might be a good idea to volunteer (she was really big on volunteering) at some sort of orga
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1709108
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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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17091710
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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17092217
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The world is full of dead dogs
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170972
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It’s not just the mailman. It’s the logo on the mailbox down the street. It’s the uniform. It’s any man or woman in the whole unsettling profession.
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170900
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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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1708118
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“Sometimes when I feel the urge to create, I don’t know whether to grab my paints, my camera, my guitar or my pen.”
“You could have sex,” her friend, sitting in the desk next to hers, joked.
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170897
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Most things come down to carnality, it seems, and dreams are no exception – or that’s how the teller of dreams told it to me.
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170800
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"I didn’t take my mother’s denial of my dream lightly. I wanted it desperately. I cried and pleaded, nagged and begged. On several occasions, I temperamentally got out of the car at a stop sign and walked. Once, my mother said that I was nagging her so mu
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170876
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Now, the Midwest was ashes. The oceans were covered with hydroponics plant growth.
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1708105
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"She had been warned." (this started as a fun alien story and then took a human turn.)
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170853
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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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17071110
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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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1707105
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I don't want no laugh track
I'm trying to find something that's real
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1706149
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Maybe all quarterbacks are shitwads.
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170623
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Ride me, I say, and you never hear. No matter how I shine my padding, it's never what draws you to me. I only get to touch you when you feel guilty, and most of the time, it's only through shorts and graduated compression socks. What does my desire matter? It all comes out…
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17061615
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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170640
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She collects slowly
The pieces
Each one
Heavy with grief
Precious and
Also bitter
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1706104
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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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