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mr cummings sounded too formal for a man who didn’t use capital letters. As she climbed the four flights of stairs to the flat, she sang to herself, “I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).”
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1810 0 0
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Tonight was no remarkable night. The sun rose and set without question, children’s hearts broke with truth, around the world millions of people lost someone they cared about, millions people fell in love. It was an average day—it was unremarkable. It w
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1810 17 12
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When asked to turn over the Church's riches / he brought before the Roman prefect the poor, blind, ragged and infirm.
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1810 12 4
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I was more annoyed at the scream, the icy air around us and our eventual destination–his parents, the club, small talk, all that drunken insignia.
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1810 1 0
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Amyra pressed her hands on the brick wall and rubbed it. She thought about hanging something on there, but she did not have the tools to make a hole. In fact, the thought of having a hole in the wall would be enough.
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"the rum tasted of hibiscus blossoms"
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1810 2 2
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We stopped at the Western Summit of the Mohawk Trail. Below Richland lay in the valley. I could see all the way to New York State and well into Vermont. From memory, I picked out the Hoosac River running south under the railroad
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1809 4 0
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I had a dream. "And it was a long dream, as dreams go. . ."
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1809 2 0
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Joe thought of Evelyn. Walt of Charley. Annabelle dreamt of Paolo in an autumn in Cordoba. Everyone who stayed at Mrs Jackanoe’s guest house in Room 17 and found the note also found some long forgotten feelings.
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1809 0 0
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We are the images, the tableau vivant, the one-person shows, the scenes from scattered plays. We wait for the Caretaker who prompts us to play and replay one by one on her rounds.
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1809 4 4
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The signal sets the faint young boys into motion
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1809 9 7
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The drip of rank meat, his muzzle, his back-barbed tongue: red.
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1809 8 6
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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1809 19 14
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His work was done. For sixty years, beginning soon after his seventeenth birthday, he had listened to the gods- good, bad, somewhere in between-
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1809 5 4
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Their love was doomed at the onset, yet they engaged in it anyway, heedless of the numerous error messages and critical runtime failures. Abort, Retry, Fail? They selected Retry over and over.
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1809 4 4
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... if they called her Mother, would she take them home and raise them?
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1809 12 10
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While you can,/
find the beautiful
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"I accept it," Leo said in a low voice. "I accept it all. I know who I am, I know who you are, I might even know who Martin is, now. We all have to share this. I think I will forgive you, because I can'
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1808 9 10
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When we were seventeen, after her dad, the preacher, finished his Sunday night church services that required our mandatory attendance, we'd walk to my car in the pasture-turned parking lot holding hands and stop at the passenger-side car door to kiss deeply, get…
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1808 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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1808 15 6
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Sometimes they bleat like sheep when I shave in the shower. They live in a complex social order.
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1808 2 0
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...will it be as overwhelmingly dull and tedious as de Sade?
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1807 1 1
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“I scheduled some time today to talk to you about something…something important. Since you’re going on with your life, leaving everything you’ve known so far, you’re going to need some information about sex.”
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1807 5 3
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“No names,” she said. “I am the mysterious woman, and you are the handsome stranger.”
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1807 5 4
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Beneath the crosshatch gazes of the satellites and above the maze of sound, seahorse clouds exhale a glaucoma haze before they are absorbed into surveillance footage
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the world slips under the waves
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No one could understand. No one wanted to understand. They were all gripped with horror, fear flowing through every nerve in their body. Could it be a serial killer? Could it be an animal ? Could it be an accident? Or was this a prank gone bad ?
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