1839 11 4
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Mounds of earth and grassless ground
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Indeed, it was quite likely that no one in town had ever played either of these games. The townsfolk were not big fans of word games, though they did enjoy Whist and Canasta.
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A son packs his bag - bottled water, extra masks, and jerky. Mom paces behind him. “Don't go.”
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183962
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"What is a vageena?" I wanted to know.
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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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Guys on safari wearing safari jackets shoot things all day, things with funny names …
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18391110
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Someone will labor to keep it alive/
although the body will want but/
to return to random particles
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183853
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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183882
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The Numbers will never romp up the stairs from the laundry room to slip warm socks on your feet on a winter’s night.
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183874
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"Merry Christmas, Willie."
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1838109
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It was all I was convinced / in designing the encounter.
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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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I awake one morning to find that still,
the leaves continue to fall.
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4. Hers blocking driveway, his diagonal in grass
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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183775
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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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Waking in the middle of the night, tangled in the hotel sheets, I wanted to hear the story again: their pilot friend, the war, his specialty. "It's just a screw, son," Dad said, "nothing exotic."
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183787
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what is raised up must rest on its foundation.
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When her husband left she was not yet thirty
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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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Matthias Fenstermacher loved onions, but hated slicing them, and so he labored to produce a tearless variety. His first attempt was indeed tearless--instead of weeping, the slicer was overcome by fits of uncontrollable giggles. The potential hazard was
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Post No Bills.
The Crouton Mavens.
United Burglars Union.
Crockpot Mistakes.
The Heavy Doors.
Fire In the Yurt.
Douche Baguettes.
Upsy-Daisey.
Schmazelhood.
Sidetrackia.
Flotsam and Jetsam.
Argyle Sox.
Roachmobile.
The Adulterer’
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183721
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"Look, Ted, I'm on a timer. It's really hell here, you can't imagine. And I have a chance to get paroled early, if you do me a solid."
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183752
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1837148
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When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
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183721
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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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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
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