1950 4 2
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She catches my head in a leg scissors and says for me to say Ninja Uncle. Instead, I bite into her flesh that only remotely tastes like a soft salt pretzel.
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1949 3 3
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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1949 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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1949 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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1949 0 0
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The girl who was me stands in a sandbox with upraised arms, honey hair tied with olive yarn in two ponytails. She says nothing, but wants me to pick her up.
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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 11 5
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What did they even invent
clothing for? I asked.
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1949 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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1949 1 0
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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1949 8 2
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the dogneck gave no support
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1949 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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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 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 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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1948 9 7
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master carvers do not reduce with carving.
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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 22 12
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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1948 9 7
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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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 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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