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he told me to be careful,my feet may bleedI watched him walk up and down the path,occasionally bendingwhy?carpenter nails, pieces of broken shinglesall along the pathnow I know why
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169321
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I remember ...all the teenagers offered no-longer favored CDs, last year's cell phones, third-place trophies, team jerseys, played-out videogame cartridges, and candy-colored miniature stuffed animals...
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169300
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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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1693218
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Wind pummeled me awake, smelling of pine and some quality of newness I could not identify...
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I look at that wall, it has piss-stain yellow paint and water scars from several years of leaky pipes. I say I wouldn’t mind that, if he took out some of that wall.
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What used to be a scene has broken into fragments and blips of her on a screen I can’t control or manipulate.
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169231
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Your place is extra.
No it isn't.
It is, baby.
The man was as aroused by her discomfort as he had been annoyed by her laugh. She wasn't laughing now.
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169221
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The air has its dark confessional, and I have mine. Hot is called raw by some, hate mixed with malice for others. I am only separated by this dark window of time from you, but you never feared the lovely or the lonely.
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169263
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You took up residence on the dark side of things, a bolthole in a wind-flayed right angle of a tower block where pigeons and suicides tumbled blackly on the air currents. You set about drifting off from who you were on a tide of cheap whisky and bad poetry, graduating…
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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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169253
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The thing was, though, she couldn’t shake the image of that dead dog she had found inside the black trash bag she thought could be first base, right before the twins said, Screw the game, let’s swing.
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169262
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If we thought that love was gone
that out of sweetness none remained
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"Cooperation and sharing could eliminate poverty."
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169153
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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He was arrested for a horrible crime. It took more than three weeks to identify the body. The newspapers were vague so as not to terrify anyone. He hung his head low as he pled guilty.
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169150
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When I got word from Mary Jo, she warned me that Mitchell Parkman was out looking for me with a butcher knife. I knew immediately what I had to do. I packed up my things and sold the Pepsi van and moved up to a room on Regent Street in Berkeley, all the w
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169174
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...something in her raw vulnerability and daring beauty drove these men wild...
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I watched you knee deep in water with a little boy you were hitting.
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169010
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As Gino exited the supermarket, plastics bags in tow, he began doing curls with his right arm. He’d been doing this for years, reasoning that he might as well get some exercise during the walk home.
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I don't know if I'm going to get Alzheimer's, but know I don‘t want to. That's why I just read “100 Simple Things You Can Do To Prevent Alzheimer's“ by medical journalist Jean Carper. Doing simple things is something I'm good at. And while I'm…
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169055
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These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
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169010
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He searched for something deserving of the word “bestowed,” something so rare as to horrify the clerics of ordinariness.
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169064
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Down in the basement, as far away from the Arizona sun As we could get, we were led by a man that loved the word Motherfucker. He said this was where we belonged. In the basement. He told us science fiction had rules: 1. Don't read anything…
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169053
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Another Saturday in April. Another set of scars.
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169000
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On stage, students from the junior college join children from the community to speak and sing in American-French accents. They are timid, heart-broken, in love, rebellious, faithful, resigned to their fates—and all in the matter of a few short hours.
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I kept a journal
for so many years
I've forgotten
everything I wrote.
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169064
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A junkyard Bison seems an odd choice over the usual dog, but it did the job--trampling trespassers, vagrants and unautorized salvagers with a violent and admirable efficiency
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fat furry marmots who play hide and seek
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...will it be as overwhelmingly dull and tedious as de Sade?
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