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My wife and I are cat people. Indeed, that's how we met. We met at a wake.
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183084
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He wrote, wrote, wrote with the sharp eye of an eagle...
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My mother and I are close We talk like friends I tell her about people I'm dating She gets excited for me And she asks how it's going When I tell her I think I'm gay She says nothing She does not ask about the woman I am seeing She does not ask how I am doing …
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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183020
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Nothing more savory than gossip relayed in confidential tones.
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183044
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She lets go and it slides back too slowly.
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18301110
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i never much liked Elvis
never did then never do now
he was no Kris Kristofferson
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18302119
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I once read a book of warnings.
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183040
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I don’t know what to make of this new territory we have stumbled into neither by accident, it seems, or design. Is there a map to be found?
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183042
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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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183031
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"Heaven-high, choking on our own breath and each other's tongues."
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182942
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The little Hannibal Lectors had run like bandits away from the flames and had latched on to their equipment and gear. They screamed as the bugs crawled all over them. When they got back to the station they had to quarantine all their stuff so the bugs w
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1829122
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i miss you/
at times unbearably/
a dull ache that won’t quit
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1829138
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I’m aware I will never be a woman the night you leave me for another city
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182987
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The blues were born on the ghost train that rolled through the Delta and gave Memphis breath back in 1902. It's low moaning sound brought young black men running, dogs hot in pursuit, toward glory that danced in a moonlight…
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182920
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She suggested just moving in together. A lot less constrained by convention she, on occasion, did not wear a bra.
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182930
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Shannon refused to jump from the castle drawbridge to the gigantic truck tire sunk halfway down in the playground quicksand. He just stood there-arms folded across his chest, bony knees sticking out from beneath ratty cutoffs-in silence, looking to Rollie
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1828129
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The bus is late; the papers disappear.
The china breaks, and the suit does not fit.
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182832
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Knocked off around noon, drank some retsina, checked Olympics results. Can’t find Medea’s motivation. Why would she kill her kids?
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182851
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‘Oh, and try these. ' She handed me a plastic baggy full of seeds that resembled watermelon seeds, only smaller. ‘If these don't work your problem runs deeper...'
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182864
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Copernicus spied/a new centrifugal spin:/Bosch saw what he meant.
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182800
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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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182800
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1828101
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I told you that I have homicidal urges that alternate with ones of the suicidal kind. You flicked an imaginary speck of dust from your fat, fleshy forefinger with your ultra-flexible, wimpy thumb.
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182844
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She has a mercenary way of doing business and she's pretty shrewd. I make her stand outside to smoke her cigarette. I stay inside watching her stance as she violently tugs at the barrel, tearing every ounce of smoke out of it, then stamping it out as I wo
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182864
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Raymond Carver used to write poetry in his car. /
Tonight, I tried it too. /
I have a car like Raymond Carver /
but cannot write poetry like Raymond Carver. /
The car isn’t enough.
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182889
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I worry about my garden. I know there are larger concerns lurking in the stale shadows than my limp little flowers, things more pressing to the meeting of minds than thick lush green leaves might bring, but this is my own greenish way of …
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1828125
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The heavyset blind woman came into the art opening without a dog or a cane.
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182822
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In principle, Sergeant Brock Lumley resisted superstition, but if you were to stop him on any given day he was patrolling Baghdad streets with his rifle squad and ask him to open the front left ammo pouch on his flak vest, he’d get this look on his face..
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182810
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And so the man-faced boy grew alone, knowing little of kindness and love. As he grew, he explored the limits of his cold world; crawling in dusty nappies, toddling in hand-me-down rags, at last walking on worn sandals, haunting the edges of human life loo
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