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The DC-9 bounced in the turbulence over the north Pacific waking the dozing Ben Clarone.
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Here’s how you do it. First you get a ladder, a long one.
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He has no plan, he needs a plan, he has no plan, he needs a plan -- the two thoughts bounce around inside his skull like racquet balls.
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the/ orange/ tastes/ welcome
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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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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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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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Nora never dated Scandinavians.
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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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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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Butchie was the one who heard about the bonfire happening over on Harrison Avenue.
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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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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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When the sky was thinner and water faster, we would chase the falling stars.
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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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A screaming comes across the brain
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Half way through our cigarettes she told me her name was Charlotte.
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She collects slowly
The pieces
Each one
Heavy with grief
Precious and
Also bitter
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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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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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The eggs got badder as the cook got madder
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“No,” he says. A simple lie. “I -” He pushes the sleeping bag off of his legs. Their getaway reset was a mistake.
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Tendering these stalks, making the pie, heralds me a holder of apron strings...
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It wasn't that I couldn’t imagine it. Rather, I could almost conjure the choreography to mind. One of his hands would graze at the side of my face. One finger would extend and stroke me, from my temples to my chin. He would press my body against something
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He says the medic held a needle/said, “This will hurt,”/and pierced his lung
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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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Librarians are hiding something. What is it?
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Her wrinkles came into focus, the sort of old woman's face photographed for coffee tables and art galleries and corporate boardrooms, for prize juries and grant selection committees, and Luc searched his formidable memory for an exact match. Over the long, tedious…
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He came to us with wandering tales of wild things
Savage, biting, slashing, tearing
A violent voice boomed becoming of beasts
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