1819 10 8
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Nothing good comes from being lowered into a well to take a photograph, boy
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181932
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Beautiful kids in sunglasses dashed around as colourful as jars of mixed fruit in the warm air of a midsummer’s night drinking on the riverbank, the bar sheltered under a crusty wooden shack, the sight was stunning in the twilight before the sun rose.
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181943
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Tony sat down in the hotel room with his back against the wall. He had a handsome face, with three-day stubble growing from it, his pupils very large as if frightened by something, or from deep thought. In his hand, was the winning lottery, Periodically he would get up…
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181977
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I want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association.
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1819107
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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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181970
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Whenever Mommy was gone, Josh Forcett's father made him eat staples, often by the spoonful.
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181921
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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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181920
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Bill (Gunnery Captain of the Left Hand Gun, HMM Plunderer), while not exactly obese, nor could a disinterested observer call him him rotund, was nevertheless the sort of man who'd never be caught by a famine unprepared. And because of this more than regulation…
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18191110
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Someone will labor to keep it alive/
although the body will want but/
to return to random particles
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181934
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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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181811
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He thought the scarab was bad luck. I knew too little about omens to argue.
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1818176
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The Viper turns so quickly that Father's grabbing hand now faces its head instead of its tail.
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181833
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Things are a little out of hand. Information fills room after room after room. I have no bloody idea where I am. I have your photo, but the navigational coordinates are difficult to interpret. Where the hell are you, anyway? I don't like mazes — too much like…
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181821
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I remember ...all the teenagers offered no-longer favored CDs, last year's cell phones, third-place trophies, team jerseys, played-out videogame cartridges, and candy-colored miniature stuffed animals...
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181875
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What's the weirdest thing you've ever used as a bookmark? I work in a library. I've seen that, and more.
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181821
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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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1818167
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Under nervously flickering fluorescent lights / your name will grow / fed by the tongues of Those Who Never Leave
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181832
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A true Rowdies fan begins every conversation about the band with a legend. She would be impressed if he knew the story.
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181800
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Poppy de Witte was content to spend her summers in Cape Cod, where her family owned a small beach house considerably less stifling than their spacious apartment on Park Avenue.
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181851
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“What would you think if I committed adultery?”
She pauses very briefly before replying.
“What, you got time on your hands?”
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18171616
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To See Who's There Able these days to search through centuries, I click, scribble, cut and paste, skim, reject, record, resurrect a wet stone wall, the smell of burning peat. Bob's your uncle, Peggy's …
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181720
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I love reading about myself. There's nothing more gratifying than seeing my name in the paper, knowing so many people are interested in who I am and what I do.
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1817105
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Freshly fucked,
Shirley exhaled enjoying the lingering sensations. She always felt lighter after a good orgasm, and this had been one for the record books.
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181700
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Beautiful,
a country left abandoned by the parade path.
The soldiers that typically occupy this place,
temporarily removed to neighboring lands;
congregating together,
backs to the native.
I benefit from the accidental diversion.
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181764
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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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181731
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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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181784
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They knew every word.
They knew EVERY word!
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181774
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My boyfriend unequivocally believed in the existence of aliens. He was the Mulder to my Scully, though when I said so, he had no idea what I was talking about. I never understood how someone so E.T. obsessed could have missed 'The X-Files'.He would look skyward, eyes…
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18171612
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It's the little things that trip us
up: a small hole in a level field,
an innocuous root in a well-trod
path, a disinclined sidewalk...
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181785
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Without warning his eyes expertly navigated into a closed position setting off the dream machine long without power until this very second.
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