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The man of a thousand faces was defunct.
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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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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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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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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to change so they could cross the highway.
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172800
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The moonlight illuminated Dahlia’s bare breasts. She remembered when Gerard used to appreciate them.
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17281715
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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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172822
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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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172821
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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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172863
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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172821
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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17282212
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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a bird who gives messages
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There’s not enough cigarette cloud to conceal her, malnourished and pale beneath blue and pink lights that summon 80s-era skate rinks. She saunters towards the center of the stage, asking her bored expression to convey detachment, while a DJ that fits the
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Where we live, at the edge of the foothills at the east edge of town, fire is always a worry during the summer, and this has been an exceptionally dry year.
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17271512
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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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a dry bony voice/from a desiccated soul/coughs up its own throat.
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“Lunge to your right,” the woman on the screen instructs. She is easily six-months pregnant but still looks fit and healthy. “Now show off your baby.” She centers herself, splays her arms, and thrusts her belly out towards us. “Lunge to the left. Now show
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I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
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Until it happens to you, and I hope, and you should pray, that it never does, you cannot appreciate the consolation of believing that your are merely losing your mind.
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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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The night we crossed the Madres my father stuffed his Stetson full of cash.
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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17261110
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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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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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There's a man sitting in my room holding a jar of my ashes. That's what he claims.
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He got up to the pulpit and said that he thought he might have made a mistake. I will never forget the desperate look on his face. He recalled being at his Ivy League school and wondering just what he was interested in upon his graduation and what would b
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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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