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Does flight exhilarate the sparrows
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Things aren't going to get better are they? Would you like a sugar cube? No. Are you sure? I put acid on it. Oh, well yes, I guess then. Cool. Things might get better for a little bit then. Or horribly worse. Ha. Awesome. They taste like an orgasm…
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175320
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A spark is a gouged word: stewed to annihilate, scrambled, botched in a pot to dry. Lead us to the quiver, let us tremble. Noon, we paw nails under rugs, run fingertips over books, rip cupboards from hinges and spiral open the machine, for the creature is near the roof or…
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175362
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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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175375
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my God, I have no time, no time
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175321
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Naomi saw an ad in one of those slick circulars that came in the mail. ' Wigs by Paula."
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175364
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When I was 17, they said in an e-mail that you would get too drunk to function and that you would abuse them, verbally, and do way more than embarrass them in public. They said you'd yell at them and hit their mom for any reason. They put a restraining order on you.…
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175300
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Redundancy was critical for survival, the builders said, so they designed Us with three cores of memory, each segment fully capable of independent operation.
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175343
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"I'll tell you one thing I don't want to see, armed confrontation, leading to domestic warfare."
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175321
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God forbid you should break one of the camps precious “rules,” which were more or less like the Ten F'ing Commandments around there.
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175387
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175312
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I am tired of playing the old game: Saying something old in a new way. So let me do the opposite:
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175200
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A Body Divided: Memoir
1
When I came back home, after coming down with polio, everything had changed for me. I'd been gone for forty-five long days and nights. But it was Halloween, a time very nearly sacred for children in the Midwest, and it broug
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175200
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“It's going to be hitting around the mid-90's tomorrow” said the television expert. “So what? Like 1995?” “Maybe, perhaps even '96” “Does this mean I should break out my Backstreet Boys record?” …
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175252
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I imagined the sun to be the moon and discovered it was not on a road trip in California where I noticed the sun on one side and the moon on the other.
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175287
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what is raised up must rest on its foundation.
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175231
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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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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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1752112
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I watched you knee deep in water with a little boy you were hitting.
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175253
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Another Saturday in April. Another set of scars.
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1752129
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We've talked often about that night, where six hours of our life disappeared, about our shared experience, and the big question of why.
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17527530
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Joaquin Phoenix has inspired me to quit writing and purse my true lifelong passion.
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175273
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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175201
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“Don’t you wish it always ended that way? The right people fall in love? Romance leads to marriage? God, that was a great movie.”
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17522713
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It’s beautiful to look at and to hold/
though true musicians would be appalled/
by the black plastic
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175165
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He was a beautiful older man, late sixties, who reminded me of a movie star with a thick mane of silver hair parted neatly from left to right and eyes the color of that stretch of Pacific Ocean between San Pedro and Catalina Island, the calming blue of a carefree weekend…
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She doesn’t answer. Ten minutes slide by unmolested in the anesthesia of cheap wine and resignation, the bouncers blurring and unblurring, the room dimming, quieting, the kaleidoscope of sundown giving way to the gentle sadness of candlelight.
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Under the dirty orange glow of sodium streetlights, the glistening pavement looks slick, but it’s only just wet. The mid-November temperature is cool—quite mild, actually, for this late time of year—still hovering in the upper 30s—so far posing only the
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Cellulite is legal to have, either way.
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175121
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I kept a journal
for so many years
I've forgotten
everything I wrote.
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