1820 8 2
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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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1820 3 3
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In a corner of a neighbor’s land too stony to till Cob makes a mystery.
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1820 11 4
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Mounds of earth and grassless ground
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1820 3 1
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the future wrapped up in a dream
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1820 2 0
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The cabin has windows all around, like ribbon tying a birthday present.
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1820 2 2
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1819 2 1
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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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1819 2 0
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a store called ROCKING FROCKS. In its window was a black tee shirt that said in big white letters, I'M NOT A SLUT, I'M WITH THE BAND.
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1819 1 0
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"I always disliked such display of religious fervor. I dislike religious fervor. Period."
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1819 10 9
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It was all I was convinced / in designing the encounter.
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1819 22 14
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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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1819 6 2
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After she died, clearing out her safe deposit box at the local bank, I found more numberplates.
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1819 14 7
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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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1819 1 2
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It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t scary. It wasn’t great. And it never is with people.
Except..eventually..when you meet the right person..it is.
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1819 21 19
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The younger woman asked Scott if he loved Jesus.
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1819 5 3
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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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1819 0 0
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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1819 5 5
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Alessandro was no ordinary demon (what demon is?), insofar as he had Constable Pulce's number. In demonly fashion he had Pulce's number in a way Pulce himself did not.
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1818 5 3
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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1818 8 8
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I can confirm nothing/
but impressions of the world//
that appear beyond my/
body’s reach.
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1818 8 6
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Here I am in the city where we walked side by side, you had driven a great distance and lost your way somewhere where exits left the highway from both directions and unpredictably.
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1818 8 7
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what is raised up must rest on its foundation.
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1818 3 2
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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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1818 9 4
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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1818 12 9
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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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1818 26 13
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1818 0 0
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1818 6 7
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I've measured out our time togethersealed it in airtight bottlesthe one labeled 1998 kept closelike smelling saltsOne whiff a camphor waking memaking me high on the idea of usputting blinders on your infidelitiesdouble vodkas and damaging wordsAnd when that isn't enoughI…
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1817 7 4
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"Merry Christmas, Willie."
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1817 5 5
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While the other kids blew bubbles, Maddy clung to my neck. She didn't cry or scream, and she held on loosely, not with the death grip some kids have. For five Wednesday afternoons, Maddy wrapped her pudgy arms over my shoulders and rested her bottom on m
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