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I know she's a dog person, as she owns one.
“No, my asshole ex-boyfriend wanted one and then he left me with it.” she admits, then adds,
“I don't even like dogs. All dogs are needy.”
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17481710
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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17481512
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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 constellation appears in the shape of Van Gogh’s missing ear.
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174811
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The tiles begin inching toward him as soon as he moves. You've seen filings on glass. He's the magnet on the underside.
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She had loved sleeping in Todd’s arms at night, hearing the soft tinkle of crystal above her when cool drafts moved through the house, his hand wandering over the swell of her belly.
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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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174876
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Now, the Midwest was ashes. The oceans were covered with hydroponics plant growth.
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1748145
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When I come to suck fresh raspberries'
juice from your hair
pressing the clasp of my mouth's purse
on the oyster of your ear;
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174811
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Let there fly the sticky platypus of love, resplendent beak of the sleek.
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1747912
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Control and decorum. Manners. Practice such to protect yourself and others.
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17472010
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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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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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He returned to America on the Fourth of July. Twisting in his cramped window seat miles above the Atlantic, he buckled up before the descent. “You can handle this,” he muttered. Hungover, still reeling from the dreamy head-turning experience of…
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17471514
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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174791
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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174744
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Why you keep a razor blade in your stocking?
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174763
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When the world is quiet, all your thoughts demand attention.
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174720
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Nothing more savory than gossip relayed in confidential tones.
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They’re persistent, I’ll give them that. They keep coming. And coming and coming.
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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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174797
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"Think of every sexual partner you've ever had. I'm nothing like them. Unless you've ever slept with a bulimic German cellist called Elsa."
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174742
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He picked up a pack of cigarettes and shook it. He flipped the lid to confirm there were none left.
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174600
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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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174632
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The smell of candy and burn... /A patriotic prose poem for the fourth of July.
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1746105
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That Dagwood is not a real person but a story told in dots. That Blondie is a male fantasy and will one day find her Nora Helmer.
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It was in the spring of 1958 when I first arrived in Kobe, Japan, traveling aboard a Norwegian merchant ship, looking to make movies on a limited budget. Superior quality cameras, lenses, and film were being produced in Japan at a fraction of the cost for similar products…
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My name is Lu-chen Wyatt, and I have watched this tomb for seven years with undying loyalty. Tomorrow I am going away, and I wish to set down the story of my leaving and to say goodbye to Set-Yi, whose burial place has been my home for so long.
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Once, when I had not talked to you in a long time, I woke with your name in my mouth.
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