1688 4 4
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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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168891
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it’s women i’ve loved/
or men i owe money
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1688137
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Eons later, Bobo evolves into Shakespeare. Bonus feature: wings.
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168896
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That Bronte woman had me painted like Eminem’s Stan
Or a droog from Kubrick
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168740
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I had a dream. "And it was a long dream, as dreams go. . ."
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168700
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I ought to see, in Mr. Smith's dilated pupils, the projection of his last reverie.
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1687115
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A compliment is candy to the heartbroken, oxygen to a suffocating flame. The best hunter picks his prey carefully, selecting his line like an archer pulling an arrow from a quiver, quickly and efficiently, then flick! the line cuts through the air and…
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16871514
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You need buttered broths and to
copy old writings by hand by
very poor light.
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168753
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“No names,” she said. “I am the mysterious woman, and you are the handsome stranger.”
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1687228
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The eggs got badder as the cook got madder
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168792
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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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168700
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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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168798
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If you get crushed in New York City
that's your own problem.
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168732
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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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1687128
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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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16872112
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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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16872119
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I once read a book of warnings.
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168721
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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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1687132
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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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16862410
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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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16861816
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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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168600
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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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168650
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On Saturday nights, they dream of you. You are the gas station they can’t own, the lottery they can’t win. You are beating up their boss, giving him a headache that will last through Wednesday morning, keep him home half the week.
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168671
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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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16861111
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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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16862914
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You say boxer briefs, I say pillbox hats
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16861110
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I should have known to wear boots on Teddy’s motorcycle, but I didn’t know that when the engine heated the exhaust pipe became hot as a griddle. Teddy didn’t warn me, and I thought there was something wrong with that, but I let it go the way I jumped on h
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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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