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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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Maybelline Jones is my sister, my friend, and I try to tell her the right way to be.
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She came to my house late that last night and shucked off her things and we slow-danced to Cruisin' as beaded rainwater slid off her black hair to the floor. She smiled an almost quizzical smile as she drank me there with her eyes, as if I was some…
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"...just like you rehearsed..."
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"Dad, I already told you about your wife. She’s not coming."
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This part of her digital garden is not impressive, slightly sloppy, even haphazard. However, her avatar is an attractive woman with good make-up.
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“Perhaps instead of a book I could write lists of words, in alphabetical order, an avalanche of isolated words which expresses the truth I still do not know” — Italo Calvino albumen before child grit secretlyshame august blood …
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I want to tell you things you do not know.
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your olive-pitting thumbs
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He had a country house, she said, but it was near the city. She said the house was about as old as he was and she loved it— from the wood-framed windows to the heavy wood doors... to the garden on the side of the house
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They discovered the baby in the grass, under the snapping cotton sheets.
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Azure became silent. She never thought of her death before, nor thought about actually fighting creatures and saving people’s lives.
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I had a crappy room on the fourth floor of a crappy hotel.
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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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If I wanted cautious I wouldn't be in her bed. She would only sleep with her husband. Adultery is not for pussies. So I dive back into the conversation which has made my dick limp and ask where I'm wrong in our post-coital chatter and she says it doesn't
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Sometimes he made us punch pillows. "Harder!" the shrink would yell.
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It is another evening of ordinary sand. The moon worms, all mellow and white, glow shine over the laminated floor. Shay's bladder is full, and protesting with a thump of ache. Shay holds on nervously.Last time she pissed tiny silver fish that roiled in the froth of her…
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There is a push-up on the ceiling. I don't know how to get it down. I've tried hitting it with a broom. That just made it blow steam. I asked my wife, did you do push-ups on the ceiling? She did. Why? It's easier up there. The cat doesn't bother me. Well, you left…
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1: The Zero Product Property states that if a multiplied by b equals zero, then zero must equal a or b. Thus, to prove this theory, multiply a and b divided by a. Use the broken chord theorem to crease the zero by disrupting the circular movement of the skewed line. As a…
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I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that
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Slip me in Between the cracks in your schedule Between the sheets of your bed Between your memories and your fears Between your eyes and the moon where I'll twinkle at you Slip me in somewhere, I won't disturb you Won't make you want to push me away Let…
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you may meet the man of your dreams.
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Traveling in half-lit fluorescence, she smiles up at me, pale and strained
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One frozen hand protruded from the snow.
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Lately he's been wanting to write about love...
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I was to limp with stunned, growing horror, as I navigated through the swirling smoke and maze of human corpses...
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I start with a morsel of truth, then hide it with lies...
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Skim. The stone slipped across the top of the water. The sea was a battleship grey with a liver of cerulean, foaming at the lips its puckered kisses smacking on the shore.
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The last of your tenuous septum dissolves when you press the nozzle of the neti pot against it.
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