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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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love notes yellowed through the years
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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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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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“No names,” she said. “I am the mysterious woman, and you are the handsome stranger.”
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The latest teen abuse of an ordinary household item? Late-night “lint roller” parties at which boys and girls engage in heavy “feel-up” sessions that can lead to unwanted pregnancies, white slavery and in extreme cases, marriage.
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This is the place I could find my breath. I didn'tSay I understood it. I only wanted to hold someone andMeant to. I don't care about the rules for caring.This place where I could speak was incredibly far from Where I'd once met you. The place where I could…
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Woman With Water Bottles has taken up a little spot in the back of my brain, her hair tickling her eyes in the breeze.
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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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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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Once upon a time, not so long ago in Los Angeles, Jack and Jill Woodman’s father remarried.
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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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Wives, without exception, have birthdays,
which if forgotten, are much-less-than-mirth days.
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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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Clayton had a grin like the hand of a beast that stretched as long as her gravel road...
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I ought to see, in Mr. Smith's dilated pupils, the projection of his last reverie.
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Paddy's night arrived in the manner of finding a half torn fiver, initial anticipation usurped by disappointment before a chancer's edge suggested some craic might ensue after all. A great crowd had gathered somewhere else, for under Hill street bridge…
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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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Papa said he'd be in the stands watching: section H, 5th row, seat 35. During warmups, she had looked, during stretches, she had looked, but she had stopped looking right before the race."Don't worry about me," he had said. "Focus on the race," so when the man had said on…
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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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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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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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I had a dream. "And it was a long dream, as dreams go. . ."
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The eggs got badder as the cook got madder
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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You say boxer briefs, I say pillbox hats
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