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I'm still working on this. I'm always open to your thoughts.
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189244
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A man jumped off the High Level Bridge this morning.
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189200
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She pulls out of love, while you sit upon the rumble seat, a granted is taken for every crack of the whip. She pulls out of fear. She pulls.
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18921010
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If he doesn't bite, I'm out of here.
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1892119
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What if I never feel like a real artist? What does it even mean to be a "real" artist? What if nobody ever cares about what I make?
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1892103
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ill kept secrets for sun and dance, sun and moon-shaped universes in the sky.
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18913915
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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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189162
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I bought the goldfish at different pet shops out of town, a few at a time, until I had two hundred or more in the freezer.
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189100
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When I think about love, I actually think about life. And when I think about that, I wonder if we’re really who we used to be.
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189182
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Looking for meaning in spaces between words.
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189100
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"Dude!" James smacked Peter's head. "Don't be a jerk. Did you get a look at her or not?"
Peter said, "I didn't really see her face. Is she hot? Do you wanna kiss her face?"
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189111
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Of all the things Shelly hated about her job, the music was the worst.
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189121
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"They treat us like shit," the mathematician said. "They think they can just take us and electrocute us and drown us."
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189100
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Once upon a time, not so long ago in Los Angeles, Jack and Jill Woodman’s father remarried.
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189161
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Nora never dated Scandinavians.
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189155
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“Dear, baby, what do you fear?”
Or maybe it was, “Now here are the keys to the lock.”
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1891118
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In the morning, I lay on my side and ran a finger down the girl’s back, lightly tracing her spine. I remarked on the whiteness of her skin.
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189032
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The smell of candy and burn... /A patriotic prose poem for the fourth of July.
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189000
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I ought to see, in Mr. Smith's dilated pupils, the projection of his last reverie.
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189097
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master carvers do not reduce with carving.
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1890106
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In the small hours, when the crackling of the embers had stopped and the room had gone cold, the boiler kicked in and the pipes began to clang. He was half-roused out of his sleep, and then slipped under again to dream of Marley's fettered ghost.
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189010
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He searched for something deserving of the word “bestowed,” something so rare as to horrify the clerics of ordinariness.
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189010
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Mid-Dawn//Mid-Dusk -- Wait for me.
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1890217
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55 words, slightly naughty
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189042
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He picked up a pack of cigarettes and shook it. He flipped the lid to confirm there were none left.
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189030
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Shannon refused to jump from the castle drawbridge to the gigantic truck tire sunk halfway down in the playground quicksand. He just stood there-arms folded across his chest, bony knees sticking out from beneath ratty cutoffs-in silence, looking to Rollie
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188920
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The plan was this: We would take our first vacation. My husband and I would take our 2 ½-year-old son Ethan and 13-month-old son Jonas to Mystic, Connecticut, a 90 minute drive from our home outside of Boston. We would stay at the Hilton, which was right near the Aquarium,…
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188981
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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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188911
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He laughed – pictures traveled across his mind of bodies and mouths and the sex and the liquor, he could taste the flesh and the alcohol right then, strong, immediate.
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