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Mounds of earth and grassless ground
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Cellulite is legal to have, either way.
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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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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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"What is a vageena?" I wanted to know.
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the air is a fierce tangerine tonight
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186600
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The latest teen abuse of an ordinary household item? Late-night “lint roller” parties at which boys and girls engage in heavy “feel-up” sessions that can lead to unwanted pregnancies, white slavery and in extreme cases, marriage.
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His knife enters the Maui onion. He minces garlic and applies heat to pan and melts sweet cream butter and browns the garlic first and then he adds the onion and more heat, but it's time that will surely caramelize them. Salt and pepper and splashes of wine for the pan and…
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the future wrapped up in a dream
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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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1866135
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The javelin was cancelled after the unfortunate incident with Mrs Parker last year, but no one could have predicted this year’s sack race tragedy.
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I see my siblings once a year when we all show up, as if required by law, to eat Thanksgiving dinner. It is apparent with every bite how much they hate each other.
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186511
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He thought the scarab was bad luck. I knew too little about omens to argue.
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Mrs. Noah eyed the thickening clouds from the front stoop. Noah was still out in the yard kicking up sand in disgust, arguing with himself the whole time. Piles of cedar timber lay strewn all about. Maybe if they’d lived even three days’ journey clos
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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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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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I awake one morning to find that still,
the leaves continue to fall.
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186520
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The cabin has windows all around, like ribbon tying a birthday present.
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Except, something about Margaret was a little off. She would stop typing suddenly and look up at the plant, studying it, almost as if daring it to cross her. Then, she would go back to her computer and start pounding away again.
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this reaching, this striving to love like it's there becoming something we need.
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You were at a saloon on Water Street. Witnesses say. You were taken out of the place and put on a sloop against your will. Witnesses don’t say.
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He had stared at the back of his neck for so long that images of his nape flashed into view randomly throughout the day like interfering signals from a station just out of reach, DESIRE CHANNEL, or something, reminding him of his skewed priorities, his fa
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Like many little towns, ours has an archive. It is a catalog of everything that happens.
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Guys on safari wearing safari jackets shoot things all day, things with funny names …
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Having sex with her there made me feel like a child molester, I said. She said it made her excited.
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Outlined against the thinly layered darkness of the room, there is a silhouette of a small boy with his feet pulled up to the chin, failing to hold its own against the thousand stares from the deep violating the stillness of his room, their long familiarity with the…
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Blacked-out out on junk, I bet money on a sport I hated just last year.
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