1948 4 4
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Why you keep a razor blade in your stocking?
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1948115
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What did they even invent
clothing for? I asked.
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194882
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the dogneck gave no support
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194873
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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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194865
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I know she's a dog person, as she owns one.
“No, my asshole ex-boyfriend wanted one and then he left me with it.” she admits, then adds,
“I don't even like dogs. All dogs are needy.”
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19481510
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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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1948148
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You always complained that Christmas/
ruined your birthday/
sister.
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194797
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Dark, green grass covered the pasture like millions of tiny fingers swaying in the heat.
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1947127
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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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194742
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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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1947122
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i miss you/
at times unbearably/
a dull ache that won’t quit
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194711
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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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194700
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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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194710
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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194732
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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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19462517
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194673
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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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194696
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The thunder rolled like an old Bob Dylan tour...
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194672
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"My dear man. We are not friends we are symbiotic."
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194663
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Oh, also, had no idea what the whole visit to the Kingdom of the Dead was getting at. Interesting, but seems unrelated to the larger story. I'd cut it. Remember — this is a story about one man's attempt to get home. Stay focused on that.
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194600
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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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194621
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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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194631
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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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194600
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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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19461813
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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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1945125
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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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194588
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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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1945138
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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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194597
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master carvers do not reduce with carving.
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194542
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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