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over taking the sky before near blindness, a clipping occurs
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Ricky imagines bending her over his conga, yanking that bushy dark ponytail like reins and ripping into her. He sits, watches, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. He needs a dancer for the Jezebel number now that Connie is showing. This girl would make a f
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The man that had been in the driver's seat approached. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he said.
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Hi. I'm Shirley. I'm not here to help you. You might think because I wear this ticky-tack name badge that I'm your servant. But I'm not. I'm here at K-mart because my grandson said I need to get out of the house. I wish he'd get out of my house. Here are some survival tips…
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When the great comet passed over, everyone was at my door with pitch forks and rifles with extra long bayonets. Don’t kill it yet; I want to study its habits.
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Theresa stopped speaking to me because I ate cows. This made things simple. There was no conversation.
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A landscape has the tendency to take on new dimensions when night comes.
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Sue Ellen walked on. “You were thinking about me -- I saw you.”
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naturally, the windowless ones are the worst.
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It's not my fault I was made to be stepped on, so stop saying what I am with such contempt. Yes, I'm a doormat. No, I'm not weak. I have taken a hundred kinds of treads, twice as many pounds at once, and once or twice there have been cleats. Think about what those would do…
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I didn’t understand, you said with a hoot, that it was hard to get hard when my ass was soft.
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At 5:12, the river turned silver, as if it were frozen. She traced the river's curves on the window with her finger, wishing it were her.
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At James’ funeral, Edward recalled the Brooklyn night in James’ Chevy.
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You leave your husband and go to the nursery at 2 a.m., painted so cute, go to them, and that’s the only place you want to be, and there’s no chance to leave, or trust they will be okay if you turn your back on them. They won’t. SIDS. Meningitis. A
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It’s the unfinished sentences
Of the children on our refrigerators
That worry me the most
It’s the Fake News
It’s all the people
Living in their shopping carts
Without shoes
It’s the abandoned shoe
On the street
And the Abandoned S
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“Is it a dream? Or is it real?”
Questions Megumi asked herself as she stood before the mirror. She no longer had fox ears or a fox tail. Even her long brown hair had turned jet black and her lavender eyes were a natural green just like Alysia’s.
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I talk to her, whispering endearments and flattery. I tell her how incredible it feels to be between her legs.
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It keeps coming back to the end of the world. Dogs sitting on roofs, birds flying about indoors, clattering locusts.
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A man’s been in jail for six weeks awaiting trial. Lillian doesn’t say his name. A man kidnapped her from the grocery store parking lot. He raped her at his house, and again in the desert, chopped her hand off with an axe and left her for dead in the
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When thinking of the commotion surrounding Wall Street, the serious writer gets very upset.
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~our silly cosmology of visceral pleasure~
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The following was written under disagreeable circumstances, in that I was present for them.
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The story begins ... There were no pigs' huts of straw or stick or stone.
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Some nights now I sit at my window
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The gun is heavy. The tiny women hold it in both hands.
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Minerva one night had a change of plans, for Mr. Wright knocked on her door in the form of a potbellied perv with a Vaseline mustache.
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Wonderful When his mother was a little girl, her father would braid her hair until it was exactly right. When she asked him how it looked, he always said,…
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My son, six, is practicing dying.
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I started the fire. I started the fire in my room. I started the fire in my room because I was cold. I figured something small, in an old oil drum I kept in there, and no one would get hurt.
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