1918 1 1
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We brought flowers for our dead lovers
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191700
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—with spinster goddesses in the middle of things / circling looms.
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191711
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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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191745
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PORNOGRAPHY First He went across the floor to where she sat. One sleeve of her shirt dropped to show her shoulder, salted and brown. One hundred fish filled the wave. Now, he said. Now is now. Second The car wouldn't…
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191798
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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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19172312
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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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191611
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I keep my life very ordered. Order for me is security. I am sure of some things. Like the fact I work five nights a week, and sleep during the day.
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191673
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Maybe she thinks in Czech, dreams in German, pretends in English. Babylon is a beautiful place after all.
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1916105
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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1916106
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Now that I no longer sleep to see you,
propelled by this motion that is not magic
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19161712
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It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly native American criminal class except Congress.
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191600
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One day me an' Elvis was down at the riverbank with Huckleberry, chasin' darters an' watchin' barges go by. It was a lazy day bein' a Sunday an' all. We had jest got back from Church an' Mami told me to change my clothes so's that I didn't get my Sunday
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191644
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A man on the sidewalk dressed as a hot dog hits a triangle dinner bell with a clang and yells for everyone to come and eat at Hot Dog Hot Dog. We were feeling more like fish and chips or spicy pulled pork, but there's something about how…
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191641
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fated and cruel, a person I don't love
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191600
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“Have you heard about Lucius?” The lawyer turned to the carpenter. “They say he's gone mad. Just gone; the madness of the gods.” Sitting in the barbershop were the former two, one in his forties and the other of his fifties; a gray-haired…
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191642
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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1915199
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the constant inner jabber
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191542
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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191592
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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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191500
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". . . with the impact of a 18-wheeler jack-knifed into a Mini-Cooper as it hits the surface."
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191546
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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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19151812
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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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191589
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was washing her hands and lookingin the mirror and hoping tosee someone who could tell herthe way home again. She wasn'tsure why she should want to go there except maybe to findthe missing piece that had alwayseluded her. The lonely genius puton her clothes but the…
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191594
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The truth about the bird and the snake is this. They are dead. And me? I cannot stop thinking about them.
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191523
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19141914
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Sure, to a teacher, life is a paper / but what would life be to a druggist?
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191466
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When she finally arrived it was like a cello playing inside me
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191400
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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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191431
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When it came time to sell the agency—when the papers came for him to sign—it was a very bad deal. But he did not cry. This was business. He had gambled and he had lost. He signed the papers without a hint of regret and even pried open a case of champa
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19141310
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the ugliness will not be denied
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