1689 7 0
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[TURN-ONS: willingness. TURN-OFFS: rejection.]
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1688 16 13
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Suddenly a hand shot up on the other side of a hedge. “I’ll have one of those!” cried someone who remained invisible.
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1688 24 10
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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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1688 0 0
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I ought to see, in Mr. Smith's dilated pupils, the projection of his last reverie.
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1688 0 0
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And it whispered like any wood. And the blade moaned when he got too deep and tried to cut too much. And as the dead parts of him came off, in tendrils and dust, the man's chest began to move, like the hands around his heart had let go.
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1688 0 0
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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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1688 5 0
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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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1688 9 4
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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1688 10 8
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"What mouths could not say, hands did."
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1688 2 2
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Jacob could tell it was a man he had just walked past, a broken man with an olive green Vietnam era military jacket, a man who had probably served his country as honorably as anyone chosen at lottery and forced to kill for a subsistence wage…
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1688 12 4
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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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1688 13 2
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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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1687 6 4
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1687 10 6
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1687 15 11
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Stupidity is not a mask; it is the face / and it is the face that betrays us / always.
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1687 0 0
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He was jolted awake from his light slumber by his pod crash landing. Landing? That means he found a planet. He opened the pod and got out to stretch his legs. He looked around. "Wow, and I thought Aleria was advanced. This is amazing."
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1687 15 14
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You need buttered broths and to
copy old writings by hand by
very poor light.
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1687 7 1
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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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1687 23 15
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Pa grasps my fingers, odd because he's never held my hand and he's dead ten years anyway.
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1687 3 3
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How her camisole strap falls, her bare shoulder, her tattooed arm like an old, Coney Island mural. That dream she had: I bought her a fake, diamond necklace in Manhattan. She wanted to kiss me in the alley but was afraid of the rats
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1687 4 4
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My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.
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1687 5 3
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Retired cantor Janice Woltag Cohen just turned 50. We Boomers all know what that means. It's Colonoscopy Time!Colonoscopy! That fabulous 50th birthday present you give to yourself. Yes, it's yucky. But it's absolutely necessary. (It could save your life.)As kids…
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1687 0 0
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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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1687 2 1
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It will only be minutes before I can slip out of this shelter, but time has suspended itself like a web over the sky. I look up and see a break in the clouds moving north from the furthest tip of Lake Erie. Rain turns to drizzle, other guests arrive toget
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1686 10 5
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Rounding a corner, Clarissa wiped out and hit the floor chin-first. She wailed and the dildos skittered away under a display.
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1686 4 4
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The signal sets the faint young boys into motion
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1686 8 7
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I usually idle by Spades Check Cashing on 8th Ave. and catch folks that way. The Homestead cops, they moved stations from a little up Amity to down on 7th, which is closer to Spades, but they leave me alone. I've drove jitneys almost ten years. Only been cited twice,…
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1686 6 3
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“3.9 million dollars,” she whispered to the window.
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1686 3 0
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I was a Cub Scout, and the face of God was a joke that was told to my little pack. The joke went as thus:
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1686 1 1
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I. The girl within the sleeping woman dreams her dream of ending. To her comes the cowgirl with no kids: she's riding high atop her turquoise horse, steady by its braided mane. Silver pistols holstered. The girl in the woman in the dream she's dreaming…
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