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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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181133
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Susan was twenty-four when it happened again, but she had neither the patience nor the attachment to see it through.
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1811119
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He asked me to bury him in Vegas.
Instead, I had him cremated in Trenton.
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18111513
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We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
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181153
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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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You anchor the real
You make love to the true
I am bound to you in consecration
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181053
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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1810109
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It was all I was convinced / in designing the encounter.
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181066
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The man went into his backpack and pulled out his book of crossword puzzles. The deluxe edition with fifty percent more puzzles for free. It had been an impulse buy from the bookstore, cost him four…
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1810123
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I'm explicating Emily Dickinson when the alarm starts: three long, two short. Lockdown mode. Only there was nothing in the staff bulletin about a drill. So I tell the students to get down on the floor, away from the window. I open the classroom door and lock it from…
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181031
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the future wrapped up in a dream
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181097
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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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181033
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They said AK, AK, if you want to come here, if you want to come to Antioch, you have to bring your A+ game. If you want to run with the big boys. That’s what they said. So I brought my A+ game.
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18102119
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The younger woman asked Scott if he loved Jesus.
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181000
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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181054
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180955
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How would you like to leave the land of your ancestors, the place of your birth, the home of your identity?
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180955
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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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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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180987
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what is raised up must rest on its foundation.
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18091814
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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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1809193
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The snake was fang-less and so had to choke her, making the kill bloodless and drawn out, just the way she liked it.
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1809139
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Like many little towns, ours has an archive. It is a catalog of everything that happens.
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180955
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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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180862
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180800
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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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180884
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I awake one morning to find that still,
the leaves continue to fall.
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18081310
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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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18082111
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Guys on safari wearing safari jackets shoot things all day, things with funny names …
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