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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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1929105
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Half way through our cigarettes she told me her name was Charlotte.
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1928115
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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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192800
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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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1928159
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Love free of independence is a savage, hungry beast
Phantoms grasping, sweating, gasping 'till her mind could not be freed
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192831
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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192872
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It’s not just the mailman. It’s the logo on the mailbox down the street. It’s the uniform. It’s any man or woman in the whole unsettling profession.
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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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192873
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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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192821
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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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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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192744
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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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1927105
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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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192799
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“Have you ever thought what stars are made of?”
“No,” he said.
The man nodded seriously. “I hadn’t either. Not until I met the Star Catcher. He told me all the stars in the universe are actually coins. Coins! Big coins. Small coins. Different colors
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192710
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He searched for something deserving of the word “bestowed,” something so rare as to horrify the clerics of ordinariness.
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She had loved sleeping in Todd’s arms at night, hearing the soft tinkle of crystal above her when cool drafts moved through the house, his hand wandering over the swell of her belly.
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What did they even invent
clothing for? I asked.
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192764
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"When we say something is good, beautiful, pious, or brave, what idea or image do we hold in our mind?"
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19271310
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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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192730
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the white moon is dangling
by a thread tonight
you close your eyes
and listen to it undress
and suppress, suppress
you listen to it undress
while you yourself hang lifeless
in your own arms
not meaning to do yourself any
harm, not
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The thunder rolled like an old Bob Dylan tour...
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192611
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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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“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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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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Over fifty plastic flamingos stood silently at attention... as if eating sea urchins out of our lawn.
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The morning sun rose up over the flat prairie, and the powdery snow crunched as you walked on it, and the air was so crisp it hurt as you took a breath. That is good, I thought. That is how you knew you were alive, and I was truly very alive, and there was not much to do so…
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What happened later that evening is unclear. When Mickey got back to his quarters, he was in good spirits. Buoyant even.
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I recognized the smile. It was a “I’ve got you where I want you now,” smile.
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"What mouths could not say, hands did."
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