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My wife stood in the doorway and talked to the back of my head. “You really should talk to somebody about this,” she said.
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The bathing suits are like Christmas dresses.
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The litany of tough decisions scrawled on. Stencil Gucci on no-name jeans. Buy cheap chocolate and scrape the name off. I looked over and watching the saliva encrusting in the corner of Larry’s mouth, my heart sank.
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Madam Mayweather heard the laughter stop and the copy of Jean-Pierre burst into smoke. Her silence was intense. Nobody in the auditorium knew what to expect. No one dared to say a single word.
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She's the one you remember when there's talk of the blow.
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They discovered the baby in the grass, under the snapping cotton sheets.
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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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All were part of the household of Court Astronomer Tycho Brahe (1546-1601)
who lost his nose in a duel as a student
and went through life thereafter wearing a gold prosthetic one instead
and who met and fell in love with a commoner who bore him eigh
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He deplaned Air France flight 9 from JFK to Charles de Gaulle airport at quarter past noon.
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After Jonesy entered the bear habitat, he walked up to the biggest bear in the group and punched it square in the nose. The bear was visibly startled. I mean, bears don’t get punched that often. And there’s a reason: bears are ferocious animals.
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nothing has ever happened in this or that or any other or maybe too damn many parallel universes. . . .
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So, I escaped from the Iron Curtain out of Czechoslovakia, as was called then. That was in 1956 I escaped, and came to Chicago where all of you were for some time already. I know our grandparents came over in early part of century, but my part of family
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"What the fuck are you looking at, Carl?" She snaps, turning her head toward me as the truck edges off the road and into a field of tobacco, into those broad green leaves of ancient sacristy and modern ablution. This is not a blissful kind of field. It is not full…
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Why is the sky grey he asked meI don't know, I saysudden flashes of light snowbloat the cloudssea gulls are squawkingexpect them to peck at my headI have nothing to feed them
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Two weeks after All Souls’ Day, he trudges through the overgrown pasture behind the farmhouse, his head bent, intent on his footing, a shovel his walking stick.
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He says the medic held a needle/said, “This will hurt,”/and pierced his lung
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and i'm almost out of cigarettes,
and fireworks and sorority girls
scream
from down the street.
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Virginia hated herself for every moment she spent wondering what it would have been like if things had been different. How would her life be if Glen hadn’t been misdiagnosed, if he hadn’t died when she was a year married and four months pregnant? Not
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Peggy woke up in the bedroom smelling burned pumpkin and she instantly knew her husband Tim had remained unconscious and insensible on the couch again and let the candle burn down. She and Lennon had watched him the previous night take control of the…
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The bus is late; the papers disappear.
The china breaks, and the suit does not fit.
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"I always disliked such display of religious fervor. I dislike religious fervor. Period."
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One by one our friends are kicking the bucket. Let's get together. It's now or never, we figure.
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Take shelter from the rain inside the Museum of Sex.
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Under no circumstances can you say "fuck" when you're working in a public library.
Especially in the junior room.
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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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I knew I spoke out of turn when I asked my father's old friend Charlie Jobe what he thought would come of moving to the veterans' camp, or "Village of the Deranged", as the newspaper has since taken to calling it. That was their description after all the
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He said he'd meet me at the Lyric before curtains. For drinks. Only he didn't. Which was OK. The seat was softer, roomier without him. Buzzer rang, doors closed. His loss. Rusalka was clearer. More resonant. Vibrant. Better. …
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