1775 13 6
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The three were up early to await the deer with rifles, ammunition, and coffee.
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17751911
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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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177400
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stoplight - (haiku love series - #2)
eyes lock in a gaze
glimpses of my future spark
then you walk away
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177452
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“It’s about basic working conditions!” she says, rubbing ice cubes on her nipples.
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1774118
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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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177410
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At this time of night, the fluorescence makes his eyes bleed. The muscles in his legs are tight; walking's more of a necessity than anything else. Alexander pushes the shopping cart down the endless gray tile floors of the Grand Union on 35.
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177422
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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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177472
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leaning over the banister, her Christmas waist making the wood swoon and creak, a warning sign if there ever was one...
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177481
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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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177410
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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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17741510
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It's so far to get to where we aren't inthe way of someone's destructive progress.I'm only walking in my own gardensnow, but the big blue house is like an emptiedout envelope. I guess that makes this themissing letter. I don't know your heart's newaddress, but I once…
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177411
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When Kim handed me some of her husband’s condoms—“Here, use these”—out of one of their bedroom dresser drawers, could she sense the astonishment I was trying my best not to show?
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17742312
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Good buddy Jesus./
Life coach Jesus. Enthusiastic//
and optimistic Jesus, no cross/
or crown of thorns in sight.
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177320
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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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17732217
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Sometimes cats had to die or dogs
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1773134
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tell me about the time you lived in Carolina, and what my smile does
for you.
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17731715
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Before the days of “customer experience,” Eddie figured out whatever information he could about his clients. He asked them for business cards, recorded their phone numbers from the reservation book, snapped photos of them in his mind…
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17732010
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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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17731315
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Somewhere a banjo, somewhere a hound.
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177311
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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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1773147
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I knew it was just a matter of time...
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177382
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Looking for meaning in spaces between words.
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17731212
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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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1773109
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"Lately I've been thinking a baby's the only way I might be able to hang on to you."
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1773208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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1773118
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The wind has no voice
and yet we listen,
perhaps imagining the ramblings
of a mad man
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1773117
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My wife and I are cat people. Indeed, that's how we met. We met at a wake.
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17731211
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Call him a hobo or homeless or bum or junkie.
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177330
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He was still on the ground...
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1772119
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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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