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Are they too old for life's little pleasures? The answer comes as I pass them on the canyon road one morning.
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1686124
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It rises rigid and plumb from its heavy base, the severity of line yielding to grace only at the throat where it crests into a subtly constrictive pinch.
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168600
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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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168631
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"Heaven-high, choking on our own breath and each other's tongues."
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168583
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love notes yellowed through the years
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168576
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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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168500
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"I can't believe my 'best friend' and my 'girlfriend' would actually start dating if I authorized and coordinated repeated threesomes for us!" Robert Eww was saying, holding aloft a dagger and book, with an olive wreath around his head.
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16852410
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Clayton had a grin like the hand of a beast that stretched as long as her gravel road...
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168500
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I ought to see, in Mr. Smith's dilated pupils, the projection of his last reverie.
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168595
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but with a light, a rainbow light which was scattered, maybe she herself was a scattering of light, an infinity of universes caught like the opening rays of sunlight
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16851816
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I can’t take my eyes off a tall blonde with green eyes. I catch her eye.
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168584
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He wrote, wrote, wrote with the sharp eye of an eagle...
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1685108
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"What mouths could not say, hands did."
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It is a well-known fact that my wife sleeps around. There. I said it and now everyone knows that I too know about my wife. Let me just tell you this one thing; she has her reasons. You ask me how I know that she has her reasons, but who would know better than…
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Eons later, Bobo evolves into Shakespeare. Bonus feature: wings.
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168596
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That Bronte woman had me painted like Eminem’s Stan
Or a droog from Kubrick
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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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168441
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Wives, without exception, have birthdays,
which if forgotten, are much-less-than-mirth days.
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168400
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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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168494
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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16842914
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You say boxer briefs, I say pillbox hats
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168444
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Your kiss has spread like a fever, persistent and catastrophic for an ill-prepared heart like mine.
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168333
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Do you know first hiss of batter hitting groundnut oil in a shallow pan, I ask, on a morning after a long, dream-ridden sleep?
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Suddenly a hand shot up on the other side of a hedge. “I’ll have one of those!” cried someone who remained invisible.
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168353
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Having sex with her there made me feel like a child molester, I said. She said it made her excited.
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Stupidity is not a mask; it is the face / and it is the face that betrays us / always.
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Rounding a corner, Clarissa wiped out and hit the floor chin-first. She wailed and the dildos skittered away under a display.
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She doesn’t answer. Ten minutes slide by unmolested in the anesthesia of cheap wine and resignation, the bouncers blurring and unblurring, the room dimming, quieting, the kaleidoscope of sundown giving way to the gentle sadness of candlelight.
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