1949 1 0
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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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1949 0 0
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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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1949 7 4
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1949 2 1
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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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1949 12 7
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my space heater throws a pale orange light
my white candles flicker in the middle of the night
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1949 4 4
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Why you keep a razor blade in your stocking?
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1949 11 5
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What did they even invent
clothing for? I asked.
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1949 8 2
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the dogneck gave no support
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1949 7 3
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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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1949 14 8
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You always complained that Christmas/
ruined your birthday/
sister.
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1949 1 1
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I'm not hungry now
The darkness swallows me as they eat.
I'm starving now
With a pain I can't defeat.
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1948 25 17
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1948 9 7
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Dark, green grass covered the pasture like millions of tiny fingers swaying in the heat.
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1948 12 7
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Emma and I were in a shabby part of town with vacant lots and overgrown yards, and I wondered if something would happen as we loped beside Tom, who was slow-witted and 21. We were 13 . . .
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1948 8 8
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and I can't help it if it is. I know it won't stay that way for long, but for now that's all I've got to work with, shining in my window, made of all eight fingers and a couple of thumbs. But the latest pushy words still want to give…
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1948 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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1948 7 6
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Alexander Ivanovich stuck out his leg and tripped Daniil Ivanovich Yuvachev. Daniil Ivanovich Yuvachev stood up, took two steps forward, stuck out his leg and tripped Alexander Ivanovich.
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1948 7 2
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"My dear man. We are not friends we are symbiotic."
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1948 12 2
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i miss you/
at times unbearably/
a dull ache that won’t quit
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1948 1 1
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Her thumbs tucked beneath the waistline of her pants, slightly pulling them down to expose the eternity between belly button and bliss. I looked up at her as I slid my tongue along the rail of her hip, sucking at its point.
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1948 3 1
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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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1948 1 0
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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1948 15 10
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On the birthday before he started school, he received a pencil case from his paternal grandparents. The violet, oblong pouch contained a pencil and a pencil sharpener in the same color. He didn't remember what had happened with the pencil or the sharpener, but he had…
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1948 0 0
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Bill was queasy, short of breath, his chest tightening. He was next. How he hated this game of confession. It was harder than going to a priest, which at least allowed a measure of anonymity. True, these were friends, yet, in terms of the game, he was vastly…
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1947 4 2
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I know I know how many times you want me to tell you I’m sorry, okay?
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1947 13 8
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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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1947 9 7
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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1947 0 0
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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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1947 18 13
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My uncle looks into the bleached eye of his cat and asks
"What happened to my ear?"
The meerkat’s eye replies:
"You had cancer. Remember?
They had to cut off your ear to save you."
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1947 3 2
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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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