1630 9 4
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I didn’t have toothpicks. You looked at me as if it summed up everything about me.
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163041
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What about the goons? Those criminals thwarted and left for dead in every action movie for the past thirty years. I'm sure at least a dozen survived the slaughters. I'm sure at least one or two came out if it reformed. This one who quit working for Columbian drug smugglers…
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163011
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A CEO would also be a an EOC, only inside-out and backward. But upside-down, both are still what they are.
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163055
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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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163053
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We have read your book, but regret to inform you that it is insufficient. This is not to say that you as a person are insufficient, simply that your writing is. When you asked us what percentage of manuscripts we found sufficient, we told you, “Less tha
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162943
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Born, he stood up. He wore nothing as often as possible
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162930
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You wake up. Slowly but surely. Okay, you're in the bookshop. Yes, apparently this is where you slept, on the floor, with absolutely no sense of irony, in the romantic fiction section...
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162995
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I'm warming my stool at the far end of the bar as usual, nursing my fourth draft on a balmy Wednesday afternoon when I lock eyes with this lady who's bashing her head through the front door. You've heard the expression, “50-yard fox,” right? —Looks…
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1629101
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Her preferred post-coital activity is to pant, to suck in air with urgent greed.
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16291813
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The young man is back again, solo,
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1629128
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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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162900
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"Being honest with me," said her teacher, "will hopefully allow you to be honest with yourself--writing is about being honest, and articulating that honesty."
It sounded like a riddle, and her teacher looked at her with the sanctimony of a wizard.
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162921
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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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1629105
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Half way through our cigarettes she told me her name was Charlotte.
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162920
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The morning sun rose up over the flat prairie, and the powdery snow crunched as you walked on it, and the air was so crisp it hurt as you took a breath. That is good, I thought. That is how you knew you were alive, and I was truly very alive, and there was not much to do so…
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162833
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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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16282016
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The custard of eternity is scooped into
the quantum cone of knowledge and drips
out the bottom one lifetime at a time.
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1628117
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when the surface of a photograph gets like this that it has gone blind
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1628114
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Billy had crystal blue eyes A small mouth And long hair to cover up his Hearing aids. He told me once, with his hands How he liked to submerge His head in water and yell So loud he could feel it. "I can hear myself that way," he…
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1628103
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Melinda said forget the kegger last night, what we’re about to do will help you figure out whether you want to apply here.
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162898
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“No one ever notices everything: but sometimes it happens, when no one is noticing everything, everyone misses the same thing in the same moment . . ."
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162853
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Mother saw and swung. It was a talented slap. The kind which left white welts and then dissolved to venom in your veins. The inside of your cheek puckered and bloated.
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162854
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It was Brad, for short; or so he would say. But really his name was Bradford, and he was a writer. He had almost always lived in New York. He was only half-white. His mother had run away with a black man in the sixties. Her father had told her to never come back to…
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1628278
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They discovered the baby in the grass, under the snapping cotton sheets.
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162823
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["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]
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Rough sonnet about faded love
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Little rambling soul,/kind guest, friend: leave me laughing,/pallid stiff, and bare.
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162743
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take back all the falderal
and friggin' fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago
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"How could anyone say that I was wrong, that I was crazy?" These thoughts scraped across her mind and tore open the reasons she had knitted herself into over the years.
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