1889 10 9
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It was all I was convinced / in designing the encounter.
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188900
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Black tagliatelle with squid and funghi porcini. He didn't understand why they called it a special, it had been in the menu since day one they had opened.
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188931
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the future wrapped up in a dream
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188962
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"What is a vageena?" I wanted to know.
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188973
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the air is a fierce tangerine tonight
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188984
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I awake one morning to find that still,
the leaves continue to fall.
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188900
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If you want job security on this planet, you'd better study art.
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1889158
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this reaching, this striving to love like it's there becoming something we need.
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188966
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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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188922
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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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18891715
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I loved to visit my grandparents when I was a kid.
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188982
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Three months had passed since the grease fire melted Jasmine's face.I sat beside her on the hospital bed and held her clamy hand as she trembled. "No more stir-fry," I joked. The doctor and nurse faked a chuckle. Jasmine might have, but the bandages muffled…
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188912
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I am tired of playing the old game: Saying something old in a new way. So let me do the opposite:
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188822
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Pauleen tries to split open her legs because she doesn’t understand how to love someone without them.
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188843
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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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1888167
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Nothing about it//
is attractive- its color, it’s design,/
it’s market value. I leave it be and watch
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188843
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Tony sat down in the hotel room with his back against the wall. He had a handsome face, with three-day stubble growing from it, his pupils very large as if frightened by something, or from deep thought. In his hand, was the winning lottery, Periodically he would get up…
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1888115
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This weekend was supposed to be about intellect and soul-mating, but, like all others, it's turned into body and longing. You sit in my passenger seat and I let you smoke in my wee car with the windows rolled down. We've come from a wedding, a fairy ring, a…
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1888106
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“Ol’ Betty has a nice set of headlights,” he says with a wink as he springs out of the recliner.
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188831
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Dark hung over the night like an occupation force. Across the street a Cuban diner fought it off with green and yellow neon lights, Latin rhythm beating through the air.
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188702
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When Mavis is satisfied that her new man and I have met her criteria, and at long last she goes, no one will stand between me and the relentless boredom of my own company.
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188741
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188766
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Assimilated wheat germ
integrated ant worm
the capital of brazil.
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188740
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When we were on the road coming back out to California, along the Lewis and Clark trail somewhere near Cardwell, Montana, I remember thinking life was like leaping through flames while reading poetry and drinking rotgut red wine. This was what life was, a
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1887128
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Are they too old for life's little pleasures? The answer comes as I pass them on the canyon road one morning.
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188620
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That put a real crimp in our already crimped sex life. Actually I didn’t mind as much as Allison minded. It made her real grumpy when she didn’t get laid. I could never understand how she could bear so much pain, because she was so small that it was l
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188664
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To hear my name, called out across the Roman stones on a bridge in Regensburg through the languid March drizzle,
was to breathe again as my head burst through the water.
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188633
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The Karaoke Girls are not appreciated. Not nearly enough and not often enough.
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1886105
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Freshly fucked,
Shirley exhaled enjoying the lingering sensations. She always felt lighter after a good orgasm, and this had been one for the record books.
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188675
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I was Orson Welles skulking in the shadows and you Alida Valli;
our time measured like footsteps advancing on Gethsemane.
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