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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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Here’s how you do it. First you get a ladder, a long one.
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1877 0 0
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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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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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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When the world is quiet, all your thoughts demand attention.
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She has a mercenary way of doing business and she's pretty shrewd. I make her stand outside to smoke her cigarette. I stay inside watching her stance as she violently tugs at the barrel, tearing every ounce of smoke out of it, then stamping it out as I wo
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A Nonfiction behind the scenes look at how Mana works in the world of Arcana Magi.
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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Nothing more savory than gossip relayed in confidential tones.
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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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the dogneck gave no support
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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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After the funeral there was a luncheon in the church basement.
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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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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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So I went to see the wrinkled
and rumpled poet, who insisted
on reading from memory, stumbling
through his sheaf of poems.
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1876 8 3
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I was making good bread as a New York studio musician and jingle writer, anonymous back-room jobs.
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When I finally went back to school in the fourth grade, after coming down with polio, my classmates were very welcoming, though I couldn't go outside and run around like them yet at recess or lunch time. That would come, just not right away. But it was th
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The investigator starts by accumulating facts, as many facts as he can. He sifts through them with meticulous precision, leaving no leaf unturned, no page unread.
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“Turn the fucking thing off!” I yelled above the noise. “It’s fucking New Year’s morning!”
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It went like this: We were at the river. It had been a long day. The sun set over the hill tops, now. Me and Danny sat by the edge with buckets of water full of small fish and some dead crab that we'd got from the market, earlier and looked out over the small waves the…
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The moonlight news is brutal
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They say, we have hangnails.
I say, I have a bruised leg.
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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Unadorned tragedies pinpoint the worst angles of the road; simple crosses or bouquets line boulders painted with car crash smoke or skid marks that tiptoe to the edge of cliffs and then, apparently, leap.
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The World's Worst Mime stood there next to the iron carousel, portraying something, and the crowd understood none of it, except that whatever thing he was trying to portray was not being portrayed well at all.
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1876 6 3
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Her skin is muddy earth/
I'd gladly play in.
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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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