1919 17 15
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He had coal black hair the day he died. He claimed to be part French, no doubt the offspring of a Swedish girl and a French soldier, although Ole did not mention this.
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1919117
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The world knows how to make you smile. I'm certain, but it's your own unique grin that they want for themselves. It's always been their perfect prize to horde. The trouble of course comes from wanting something that only exists in…
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191940
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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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19181914
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Sure, to a teacher, life is a paper / but what would life be to a druggist?
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19181613
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Suddenly a hand shot up on the other side of a hedge. “I’ll have one of those!” cried someone who remained invisible.
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191800
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—with spinster goddesses in the middle of things / circling looms.
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191851
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When Bill was in the hospital, one month bleeding into the next, his mother visited exactly twice, both times complaining of the things she needed or couldn’t get rid of: mop heads, bleach, dustpans, detergents, grease, turgid water in the basement. And
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1918119
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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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191846
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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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19181410
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are my only real friends. They don't seem to mind my shuffling down the dirty sidewalks without acknowledging their mere scraggly presences like friendly tombstones. They are growing their hair out again. I've noticed that much. We've got a…
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191811
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We brought flowers for our dead lovers
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191800
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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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191773
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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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1917106
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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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191731
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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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19171712
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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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191742
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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191792
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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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19171812
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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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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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191742
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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191723
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191666
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When she finally arrived it was like a cello playing inside me
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1916199
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the constant inner jabber
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191600
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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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191694
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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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191641
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fated and cruel, a person I don't love
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191631
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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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191500
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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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