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the/ orange/ tastes/ welcome
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181994
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“Why do I have to sign these cards? You haven't written your dreaded holiday letter yet.” “I told you not to complain or you'd be the one writing it. And addressing the envelopes. Then you can stamp them and take them to the Post Office!” …
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181964
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Some people might find it strange and a bit obsessive to mow their lawn every day, but to Shiram it was an irreplaceable part of his daily existence.
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181911
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Life is hard and toes are fragile, which means that by the time you reach middle age, you've probably broken one. Or two. I recently broke a toe when I got out of bed in the middle of the night and tripped over a shoe. When friends and family consoled me with…
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181921
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Tara was so tired. The bus connection was off again, and her ankles were so swollen. Maybe it was the heat, the humidity, she wasn't sure… but things were definitely getting worse. She sighed. At least the bus shelter had an empty spot on the bench, so as she…
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181961
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Nora never dated Scandinavians.
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181941
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Butchie was the one who heard about the bonfire happening over on Harrison Avenue.
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1818137
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Here’s how you do it. First you get a ladder, a long one.
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1818133
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The spoken world is bigger than I had ever imagined it to be, wonderful and relentless and unforgiving, and to be a part of it was my grandest childhood fantasy. I don’t know what the world sees me as now, but inside I will always be a stutterer.
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1818107
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Uncle Tee, a dog handler, taught all the camp children their basics: how to "make change" from a $10-bill, how to slip a hand into ladies' purses, and how to make their smiles warm and endearing.
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18182510
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Tendering these stalks, making the pie, heralds me a holder of apron strings...
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181841
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Cassie cradles the loaf-sized phone – pinker than any girl – and dials. he's not wearing a hat says the phone and we all scratch our pencils on the boy-list.
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181800
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Just as he expected, the reaction was spontaneous, euphoric and unequivocally positive. With just one exception. A politician connected with the home service of his parliamentary section's boss, with the mobile phone number 0-609-3459812, and known for hi
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181833
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My love for him like wax wings/
so long they stretched eternal—
beating in the sky, grazing peaks,
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181864
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But who am I kidding. We aren’t in love. Being in love is for high schoolers or middle aged divorcees exploring their sexuality. Our love is real, sweaty, backwards, forwards, angry, trusting. We love as you only can after seeing someone at their best and
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18181912
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A screaming comes across the brain
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181840
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She collects slowly
The pieces
Each one
Heavy with grief
Precious and
Also bitter
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18181412
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I sought to feel something. I hunted my mortality. I craved that rush of life pulsating through my veins.
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1818132
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The child closed her eyes again. Outside was sparkling, sharp looking, when she blinked he’d be here, like when she went to sleep and found outside had been whitened with snow. She closed her eyes and opened them, then closed them again. When she opened
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18181812
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181744
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People were just doing it.
Doing it everywhere. On lawn chairs and stray patio cushions and watching. Watching every one do it.
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181797
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master carvers do not reduce with carving.
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181751
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When Bill was in the hospital, one month bleeding into the next, his mother visited exactly twice, both times complaining of the things she needed or couldn’t get rid of: mop heads, bleach, dustpans, detergents, grease, turgid water in the basement. And
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1817228
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The eggs got badder as the cook got madder
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181722
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When the sky was thinner and water faster, we would chase the falling stars.
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181700
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Vito stood before the mirror combing his dark, freshly-cut hair. He trimmed his thick mustache, then buttoned his black vest. He liked its tight fit against his muscular torso. He had difficulty fastening the top button of his white shirt, the collar tigh
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181785
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He says the medic held a needle/said, “This will hurt,”/and pierced his lung
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1817105
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Half way through our cigarettes she told me her name was Charlotte.
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181700
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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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1816119
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Librarians are hiding something. What is it?
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