1941 7 3
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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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1941106
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In the small hours, when the crackling of the embers had stopped and the room had gone cold, the boiler kicked in and the pipes began to clang. He was half-roused out of his sleep, and then slipped under again to dream of Marley's fettered ghost.
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194121
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Two months after Peter moved out, it opened on the eastern-leaning boulevard, a stone's throw from the water. Caitlin heard about it from a friend at a bar three weeks after that, found that the concept wouldn't quietly settle in her mind, and made plans
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194182
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“What are you doing after this?” I asked, faking a self confidence I didn’t truly posses at fifteen. I didn’t seem to realize that I wasn’t old enough for any of the clubs they’d go to. I’d heard that fans sometimes followed the band to an after-party.
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194121
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People crawling up out of the chimney, then onto the roof, then sliding down it and off over the edge disappearing from view.
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1941109
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"Lately I've been thinking a baby's the only way I might be able to hang on to you."
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194132
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Harold Smithe awoke that Tuesday morning precisely at 6 am. He did this every day for as long as he could remember. Even on the weekends when his schedule varied. Well, varied slightly. He lay in bed trying to wake up and mulled over the things he needed to accomplish for…
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194010
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As Gino exited the supermarket, plastics bags in tow, he began doing curls with his right arm. He’d been doing this for years, reasoning that he might as well get some exercise during the walk home.
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1940115
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A compliment is candy to the heartbroken, oxygen to a suffocating flame. The best hunter picks his prey carefully, selecting his line like an archer pulling an arrow from a quiver, quickly and efficiently, then flick! the line cuts through the air and…
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194044
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Why you keep a razor blade in your stocking?
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194064
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Some people might find it strange and a bit obsessive to mow their lawn every day, but to Shiram it was an irreplaceable part of his daily existence.
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194065
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I know she's a dog person, as she owns one.
“No, my asshole ex-boyfriend wanted one and then he left me with it.” she admits, then adds,
“I don't even like dogs. All dogs are needy.”
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1940119
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What if I never feel like a real artist? What does it even mean to be a "real" artist? What if nobody ever cares about what I make?
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194097
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leaves of a season/float into a brook among/bubbles fit to burst.
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193997
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Dark, green grass covered the pasture like millions of tiny fingers swaying in the heat.
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193900
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"... Sometimes I think I'm so close to knowing what it's all about, to knowing myself, and then sometimes everything seems so hopeless, as if I haven't learned a thing."
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193900
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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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193972
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"My dear man. We are not friends we are symbiotic."
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193910
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and we got the apartment, which was on a street that backed up on an alley situated, as it turned out, right across the alley from the very first Hari Krishna house, where they would wake up at four every morning and begin their maddening chanting: Hari K
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19392212
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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193973
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We spend life, or much of it rather, chasing epiphanies promised to us by hip prophets and free spirits.
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19391412
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Behind them all, in the background, a tray of vodka tonics waits on a glass table, the limes losing color as they drown.
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1939105
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Half way through our cigarettes she told me her name was Charlotte.
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1939114
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The parallels have become too numerous, and too striking, to ignore.
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1938125
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I can’t stop looking at the burly man to my left with the blue lips and three-inch mustache. He orders his fourth whiskey. He laughs at my melancholy like it was a flat thing--a dead animal to strip of its fur. Why be melancholic when you can float on whi
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193896
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The thunder rolled like an old Bob Dylan tour...
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193800
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He was jolted awake from his light slumber by his pod crash landing. Landing? That means he found a planet. He opened the pod and got out to stretch his legs. He looked around. "Wow, and I thought Aleria was advanced. This is amazing."
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193874
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193800
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193810
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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