1857 9 7
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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1857 19 15
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1856 13 7
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Here’s how you do it. First you get a ladder, a long one.
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1856 9 9
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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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1856 1 1
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A famous author and an inspired writer meet at a coffee shop, both looking for inspiration. The patrons there don’t know if this meeting is by accident or design, but they are in awe of Fame.
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1856 6 6
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But the best thing about Rebekah
was the way she floated always
beneath the scent of woodburn
and dusty Middle America,
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1856 8 3
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I walked on hot coals. She got ahead of me. (228 words)
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1856 0 0
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". . . with the impact of a 18-wheeler jack-knifed into a Mini-Cooper as it hits the surface."
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1856 4 3
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The mouth on my breasts is hungry, searching, needing...
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1856 9 1
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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1856 6 3
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When the world is quiet, all your thoughts demand attention.
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1856 8 1
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In between ketchup-covered fries, a Quarter Pounder, and a vanilla shake, catty comments, and lots of laughs, Marylou slipped in her announcement, a grenade in a rose garden. “I'm pregnant,” she said.
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1856 0 0
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The Sentinels all played for a while. They helped Reya swim in the deeper side of the pool. They even had a diving competition to see who could make a bigger splash.
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1856 4 0
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I hadn't yet assembled enough pieces of Italian to explain any of this, but it was hardly necessary. The fact that I was a scrittore in a language foreign to her seemed to make me especially fascinating...
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1856 21 14
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1856 9 6
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That Bronte woman had me painted like Eminem’s Stan
Or a droog from Kubrick
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1855 4 0
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And without further ado, The Author.
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[DO NOT READ BETWEEN THIS LINE ... CITIZEN!]
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1855 8 1
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She had a strange name which I am ashamed/
To have forgotten, seven times, maybe nine,/
Her lips transgressors, wet with sourapple ...
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1855 7 4
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1855 39 15
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If I had been a cat you probably would have kept me forever, even with an incurable disease. I think about that every time I clean the litter pan, especially late at night.
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1855 3 3
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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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1855 4 4
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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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1855 22 12
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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1855 13 12
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1855 1 0
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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1855 11 10
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i never much liked Elvis
never did then never do now
he was no Kris Kristofferson
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1855 5 1
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Two fine-young-things scan the menu board of In-N-Out Burger off Interstate 101. Dressed like twins -- hoop earrings, tank-tops and mini-skirts, ballet pumps — you could hardly tell them apart, except for their Cleopatra and Marilyn Manson hairstyles. As they…
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1854 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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1854 9 6
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The thunder rolled like an old Bob Dylan tour...
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