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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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173822
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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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173744
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People were just doing it.
Doing it everywhere. On lawn chairs and stray patio cushions and watching. Watching every one do it.
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1737105
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It’s a song you knew once, begin to remember now: You’ve had this dream before.
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1737107
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Uncle Tee, a dog handler, taught all the camp children their basics: how to "make change" from a $10-bill, how to slip a hand into ladies' purses, and how to make their smiles warm and endearing.
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173720
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Just thinking aloud, really. And by aloud, I mean typing for someone to read haha.
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173700
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He came to us with wandering tales of wild things
Savage, biting, slashing, tearing
A violent voice boomed becoming of beasts
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173762
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So, when Daddy grabbed that cock by the neck and threw him into the hole that he quick covered with dirt, I knew right then that men would play a subservient role in my life going forward.
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173700
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7
We sat in Darrell's truck in the deserted silent world of the down-trodden industrial area of West Berkeley, where no one in his right mind went at five in the morning. "Put the gun away, Darrell," I said. "I mean it."
"I can't help but keep
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173797
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They say
it was like an elephant
married to a dove.
Imagine, me,
a dove!
Ridículo!
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173777
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maybe eventually time / will erase our time together
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173740
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She collects slowly
The pieces
Each one
Heavy with grief
Precious and
Also bitter
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173700
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Danica stared at her hand as she felt he warmth of the wind. She remembered Alysia saying that she felt the wind through the heat.
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173662
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I bought the goldfish at different pet shops out of town, a few at a time, until I had two hundred or more in the freezer.
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173622
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No one is a Puritan under all that powder!
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173600
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Just as he expected, the reaction was spontaneous, euphoric and unequivocally positive. With just one exception. A politician connected with the home service of his parliamentary section's boss, with the mobile phone number 0-609-3459812, and known for hi
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173689
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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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1736117
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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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173653
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We have read your book, but regret to inform you that it is insufficient. This is not to say that you as a person are insufficient, simply that your writing is. When you asked us what percentage of manuscripts we found sufficient, we told you, “Less tha
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1735104
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Across from the Hell Hole
the Cage on Sixth pulses,
sweats, swooshes, hot concussion as players
play for keeps.
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1735138
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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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173510
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"I read a cute animal story yesterday," I tell them. "And I was filled with rage. I can't live like this. There must be no more bears, or hamster-bears, or manatees, being hopeless and depressed. There must be no more cute animal stories—ever."
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173500
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"What the hell does profligate mean?!" He shouted.
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1735134
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His hands go up and down on me. You love me don't you he says. I don't know I say.
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173540
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“Hey,” I begin, a naughty smile breaking across my face before I can get to the punchline, “Want to drive around flipping off anyone with a Romney bumper sticker?”
Kaleb chuckles and beams at me. It seems everyone likes a good girl turned naughty.
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173598
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I spot another fat lady in another part of the store, and I slap her butt, too. She tells me I'm a bad boy.
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173531
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Jane worked out of her new husband's suburban house, struggling to remember it belonged to her too. She shook off memories of years in a rented Mid-City shotgun, an old elevated dwelling that still seemed like home. It ended up with four feet of canal water…
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Qaddafi's murder brought an old memory I had forgotten about.
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