1799 8 8
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Sometimes you've just got to dance to Be heard. You have got to sing out loud To be understood. Other times No matter what you splash 'n' paint on 'em The beauty goes on shamelessly Not arousing any type of newfound Curiosity. We're…
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1799 2 1
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Oh no, here is that Whitman man
I’ve heard he is a bounder.
Don’t look his way or catch his eye-
Just get another round, dear.
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1799 0 0
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A few people bristled and looked at Jim, but since he was avoiding their gaze, they had no choice but to return their attention to their own table and pretend to pay attention to the conversation they previously had been pretending to pay attention to.
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1799 0 1
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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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1799 3 4
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Sunday, Nolan and I drop by the ice rink on 10th and Alma to watch the amateur hockey leagues battle it out in an unspoken yet assumed class war: the buff, unemployed rink bums who can grind ice, cross-check, and stick handle like the pros, versus the dou
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1798 7 6
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He hasn't had a wedding ring in years. When George's knuckles began to swell — a little arthritis — his ring dug into his finger so bad his wife Loren took him to the ER and had it cut off. The ring, not the finger. He never knew there was a tool to cut rings,…
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1798 4 5
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But the world is smaller when I see it /
from the crook of your neck.
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1798 10 8
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Nothing good comes from being lowered into a well to take a photograph, boy
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1798 3 3
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Some trick of the morning light makes the tattoo on her ankle look like the burn from a branding iron. She had watched her father as he slept last night. He was handsome and innocent, like a baby boy.
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1797 12 4
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"Cooperation and sharing could eliminate poverty."
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1797 3 2
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The snake-like veins began to pulsate angrily, and viciously about his body. Quickly he rose up about the girl. His heart was now pounding rapidly against his chest. Outstretched, were his wings, the width of the balcony, white and decrepit and old, yet s
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1797 1 0
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"I always disliked such display of religious fervor. I dislike religious fervor. Period."
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1797 3 2
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So I’ll wait for her to clear all burden from her head and feel the ocean move us. Stand up, walk over to me and kiss me as we glided through open water.
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1797 3 3
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I know I’m slipping
into my mother’s skin. I answer the phone
with her voice; her hands grind the coffee beans.
And who is this listening to NPR in the morning
while the fresh-faced girls in the neighborhood trudge toward school,,
peonies han
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1797 12 11
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Cellulite is legal to have, either way.
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1797 0 0
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Such behavior will result in no disciplinary action only: 1) if all blinds are drawn; 2) all doors are locked; and 3) loud groaning is masked by appropriate use of the volume control on the classroom’s closed-circuit TV set.
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1797 7 4
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The officers carried him away in cuffs as he yelled "I NEED STATS! PLEASE! JUST GIVE ME THE STATS!"
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1797 18 8
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She’s there, in a tin, loosely wound
beneath sepia tissue paper, a braid
to worry in your fingers.
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1797 10 7
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She can never say why, but guilt rides her bones
like the spirit. She rubs worry raw.
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1797 75 30
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Joaquin Phoenix has inspired me to quit writing and purse my true lifelong passion.
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1797 13 8
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When you bring information, it does not arrive.
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1797 29 13
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Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
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1797 7 4
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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1797 5 3
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Our mothers died in childbirth. Taken in by the village, our new mothers taught us to wave at the river boats, to sell our trinkets to tourists. They offered us coins of a foreign currency and little pathetic smiles. By nightfall, our fingers bled. Then came…
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1796 3 3
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The Karaoke Girls are not appreciated. Not nearly enough and not often enough.
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1796 5 2
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1796 7 4
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You can use your shoelaces or an Ace bandage. Loop a belt around your neck and toss the loose end over a shower curtain or closet pole. Pull. Try to lift yourself off the ground.
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1796 3 2
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Hair today...gone tomorrow
The sun beats down
on my balding crown.
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1796 7 7
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When God blessed creation, a ewe gave birth to Adam. When he cursed Satan, Eve hatched from a crocodile's egg.——In naming the animals, Adam marked them for death. His own name was a slow fire. Eve's was an inferno.——In the shelter of the Tree of…
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1796 10 3
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Melinda said forget the kegger last night, what we’re about to do will help you figure out whether you want to apply here.
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