1931 10 5
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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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1931 15 9
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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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1931 17 3
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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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1931 18 12
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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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1931 8 2
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1931 11 5
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What did they even invent
clothing for? I asked.
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1931 2 1
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Mower hits a rock and the blades scream.
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1931 8 2
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the dogneck gave no support
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1931 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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1931 2 1
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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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1930 4 4
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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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1930 9 6
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The thunder rolled like an old Bob Dylan tour...
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1930 7 4
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1930 8 2
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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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1930 8 6
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There was something wrong with this picture. Was he the man she had slept with last night?
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1930 3 1
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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1930 7 2
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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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1930 8 9
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I worry about my garden. I know there are larger concerns lurking in the stale shadows than my limp little flowers, things more pressing to the meeting of minds than thick lush green leaves might bring, but this is my own greenish way of …
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1930 13 10
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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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1930 3 0
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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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1929 0 0
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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1929 1 1
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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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1929 13 12
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1929 6 4
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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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1929 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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1929 2 1
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The Bridge Barstow had not wanted to listen to Griff. Griff was not making the right decisions, or he thought Griff was not making the right decisions. Thought he was walking a…
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1929 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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1929 14 12
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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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1929 2 0
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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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1929 9 7
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leaves of a season/float into a brook among/bubbles fit to burst.
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