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Graeme King was disturbed. He sat at his desk feeling his bloodshot eyes rolling backwards, impatient, leaden in their sockets. Could he believe what he had just seen? Surely not. Surely the late nights spent absorbing the relentless pulse of his computer screen…
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19061812
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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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190641
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fated and cruel, a person I don't love
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190641
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“He spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze, and now Jimmy Buffet is dead.” —Brian Williams, NBC Nightly News “Jimmy Buffet—beloved parrot-head singer-songwriter—has given up his search for that lost shaker of salt. He…
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190500
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The girl who was me stands in a sandbox with upraised arms, honey hair tied with olive yarn in two ponytails. She says nothing, but wants me to pick her up.
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19051310
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the ugliness will not be denied
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190500
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The wind rushed by her and she heard the faint sound of barking. And then she knew why she was coming. And she ran.
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190575
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skies electric blue,/limpid dewy air, the world/framed by a small farm.
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190531
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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190574
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Then daylight's lovely lantern/
Dressed in yellow white/
cleanness/
Danced a ballet towards/
Her majesty’s park bench/
She did! She sat on you!
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190598
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“No one ever notices everything: but sometimes it happens, when no one is noticing everything, everyone misses the same thing in the same moment . . ."
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1905205
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He tells me that only a few things had happened in his life but some of them he had felt deeply.
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1905104
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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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190512
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190400
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Track One Johnny Burkemeister, lead vocals and flutist of the band Albatross Antics, sits on his bed thinking in silence. His elbow rests on his knee, and his palm on his forehead with his fingers running through his dirty-blonde hair. He is staring at a copy of Paste…
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190466
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Little rambling soul,/kind guest, friend: leave me laughing,/pallid stiff, and bare.
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1904119
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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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1904124
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There was a children’s lit theme running through the party. Aside from Annemarie’s costume, there was a Harry Potter, a Pinocchio, and a Grinch.
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19041212
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Your soap on the shelf in the shower
melts with my every hair wash
and I'll miss it the way I should have missed you.
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190440
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I hadn't yet assembled enough pieces of Italian to explain any of this, but it was hardly necessary. The fact that I was a scrittore in a language foreign to her seemed to make me especially fascinating...
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190300
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Reining her small hands around the molded handle grips, her bottom bouncing athwart and wildly off the seat, Symphony wrenches her center of gravity inward, commandeering as much control from the road it would allow. With her breaks behaving as stubborn
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Paddy's night arrived in the manner of finding a half torn fiver, initial anticipation usurped by disappointment before a chancer's edge suggested some craic might ensue after all. A great crowd had gathered somewhere else, for under Hill street bridge…
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[testing ... one, two, three ... testing ... is this thing on? ... ok, here goes:]
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190346
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The thing that really gets you about the house is the hurricane shutters. They're up already, even though it's the end of May, because Buck's uncle is back in Rhode Island for the summer and he's prepped the house on Key Largo like Armageddon is coming.
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190365
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This is Jorge. He was a good little monkey. And always curious.Like the time he and his friend, the man in the amarillo sombrero, had to fly to Japan. *Jorge sat by the window. Watched the ground get further away. Until they were above the clouds. He looked out…
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190300
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“You have run for your life, Astylos, and won. All Hellenes share in your victory.” The crowd bellowed and thundered as an attendant tied purple ribbons around the winner’s forehead, arms and legs. These would mark him as a victor for the remaining days o
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19032714
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Your writing offended the editors greatly, and we would select certain word choices we disliked, but we truly hated every word, including mere articles, prepositions, and conjunctions.
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190344
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Your kiss has spread like a fever, persistent and catastrophic for an ill-prepared heart like mine.
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190399
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They sat before the fire and played cribbage. He was a good player, but not as good as she was.
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