1739 6 6
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The man and the whore lay in bed together. It was a cold night and they were warmed by the heat beneath the…
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1739 10 6
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He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
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1739 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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1738 12 9
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The bus is late; the papers disappear.
The china breaks, and the suit does not fit.
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1738 11 7
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Prozac, Lithium, shock treatment,
a time machine, or to ask
Oz that you grow a new heart,
whatever it takes.
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1738 1 1
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He laughed – pictures traveled across his mind of bodies and mouths and the sex and the liquor, he could taste the flesh and the alcohol right then, strong, immediate.
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1738 0 0
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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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1738 2 0
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Crazy. I really hate when people use that word.
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1738 2 1
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Unlike me, Gino could walk up to a group of unattached women, say something sensitive and thoughtful like “Hey, hey, hey!”–and suddenly the fun would begin.
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1738 9 2
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I won't fail at this like trying to fix a leaking sink without mud grease or washers tinier than Cheerios.
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1737 2 1
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But forever is only for dragons, and children need to be touched or they die.
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1737 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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1737 0 0
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Nick frowned, the changing of the leaves reminding him of the graying of his hair.. He'd never appreciated the colors of fall, as they heralded frost, winter, which he hated more and more each passing year.
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1737 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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1736 9 4
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1736 14 9
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In the late 60’s, I lived on West 71st street in Manhattan and borrowed books from a store.
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1736 7 6
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I'm a librarian. A reader. I identify as a four-eyed person. I've always worn glasses. I got my first pair in the second grade. It was a miracle! The blurry world I'd inhabited all my life suddenly came into focus. I could see the blackboard! I could read street signs! I…
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1736 9 5
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Sundays after Mass, Sister Edburga gathered the team in the shower room, we stripped naked in a circle, held hands and said a prayer we’d win our game. A boy no one knew walked alongside her with a box full of jockstraps.
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1736 8 6
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you hear the knell of kindness
long before its cathedral voices -- a recessional --
barters better times.
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1736 5 1
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When Bill was in the hospital, one month bleeding into the next, his mother visited exactly twice, both times complaining of the things she needed or couldn’t get rid of: mop heads, bleach, dustpans, detergents, grease, turgid water in the basement. And
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1736 8 7
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When the full moon changes trajectory and comes close it pushes you to different gravitational fields
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1736 2 1
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"Look, Ted, I'm on a timer. It's really hell here, you can't imagine. And I have a chance to get paroled early, if you do me a solid."
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1736 6 4
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"When we say something is good, beautiful, pious, or brave, what idea or image do we hold in our mind?"
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1736 3 1
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U-R, UltraReads is my new concept, an experiment designed to suit contemporary need and taste. The handy tablet-size reads can be easily done from your phone anytime, anywhere in the world. Each one comes together with a visual to make the reading experience more…
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1736 7 3
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Note to self: look up Bobby Sands.
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1735 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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1735 10 6
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1735 13 6
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Men aren't good at these kinds of things, my mother tells me. She states it as if it is a scientific fact.
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1735 9 7
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I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
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1734 4 3
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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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