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Here’s how you do it. First you get a ladder, a long one.
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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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A constellation appears in the shape of Van Gogh’s missing ear.
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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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Nick frowned, the changing of the leaves reminding him of the graying of his hair.. He'd never appreciated the colors of fall, as they heralded frost, winter, which he hated more and more each passing year.
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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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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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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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The eggs got badder as the cook got madder
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I knew it was just a matter of time...
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the dogneck gave no support
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She refuses to let her eyes cry. Her eyes played tricks on her and showed her one thing was really another. They don't deserve to cry.
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After the funeral there was a luncheon in the church basement.
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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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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But the best thing about Rebekah
was the way she floated always
beneath the scent of woodburn
and dusty Middle America,
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The tiles begin inching toward him as soon as he moves. You've seen filings on glass. He's the magnet on the underside.
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rump-a-rump, bat-a-tat, barumpabumbum
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My swinging purse sent saucers tinkling to the tile and the copper-headed waitress flew over, swooping on the shatter, clutching clean forks like a handful of flowers.
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A Nonfiction behind the scenes look at how Mana works in the world of Arcana Magi.
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He'd tend the door himself in high lace up boots, orange rhinestone hot pants, a tight black t-shirt, and black boa with orange swirl.
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And him, now there’s a him. I’d like if he were perfect, but perfect things never are. My daughter says it best, when she contrasts the two of you, “Daddy worked to forget about his problems. When he works, it makes him feel like there is a problem.”
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The Marigold gloves are yellow (figures!) and medium, the apron ironed with a touch of starch added...
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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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That was really the problem with leaving. She had to leave everything, could take none of the perfection with her. Anything she took would’ve been too little, or too much, once removed. Once not in his house, not in his vision or touch, the magic would
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D'ya have to be so rough?
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A famous author and an inspired writer meet at a coffee shop, both looking for inspiration. The patrons there don’t know if this meeting is by accident or design, but they are in awe of Fame.
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and the mass exceeds the buoyancy/
and gravity pulls you back,
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When the world is quiet, all your thoughts demand attention.
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