1942 12 5
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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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194244
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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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1942105
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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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194272
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"My dear man. We are not friends we are symbiotic."
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194200
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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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194210
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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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194274
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194221
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He called me one Friday when I was a kid and told me he wanted to go trout fishing. He had dreamt that I was a worm or a fly -- he couldn't remember which -- but he was sure I would bring good luck to the stream. The next morning, before grandma awoke, I
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194244
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Why you keep a razor blade in your stocking?
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19421812
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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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19422212
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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194231
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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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194264
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I wanted my sister to not be in that box. I wanted my parents to laugh again. I wanted my friends to actually be my friends and not call me hurtful names behind my back. I wanted my awful cousin to have never come into my room in the middle of the night. I…
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194200
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Once upon a time, not so long ago in Los Angeles, Jack and Jill Woodman’s father remarried.
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194197
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Dark, green grass covered the pasture like millions of tiny fingers swaying in the heat.
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194196
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The thunder rolled like an old Bob Dylan tour...
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194121
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He’d been wishing for months that he’d bought a retro clothing store. He would have called it HARRY’S HOARY HOSERRY. He would have met a better class of women.
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1941138
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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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1941173
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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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194130
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1: The Zero Product Property states that if a multiplied by b equals zero, then zero must equal a or b. Thus, to prove this theory, multiply a and b divided by a. Use the broken chord theorem to crease the zero by disrupting the circular movement of the skewed line. As a…
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194100
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Physicists say that a tremendous amount of energy has to be generated in order to rip through space-time, to jump to another place, and at this time, we're incapable of doing it. I have to disagree. They've never met my brain. I fear it's going to kill me
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194110
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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194100
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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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194121
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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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1941114
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The parallels have become too numerous, and too striking, to ignore.
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194099
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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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1940159
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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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1940115
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What did they even invent
clothing for? I asked.
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194021
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Mower hits a rock and the blades scream.
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194064
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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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