1850 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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1850105
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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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185000
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It seemed like only yesterday that she was making sure to remember bottles for Hunter and now he was eating regular adult food, and they were looking into tutors for next year, and Hunter was nearly four. Her runty Hunty umpkins was going to be four.
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185000
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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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185064
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The bird studies me, we lock stares, with no care for who blinks first, birds don’t do macho stand-off.
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185074
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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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185082
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It was so hot we walked out on our husbands. There were reasons, we supposed. They left the refrigerator doors open all day, grabbing beers when they passed by, tossing the sticky caps upon counters. They drove their Metropolitans to buy food, leaving th
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185043
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When she told me to write itI did; I scratched out what I wanted to sayin quick print letters. Not all of it.I could never get it all out in an hour but thegeneral idea was definitely there. We had to finish it in the rain becausewe couldn't light the…
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185021
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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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185031
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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1849129
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If you find the place they forgot to bomb send me a hot pink postcard. The planet is only so big. We're already dipping our heels into the waters without wanting to become true believers, miserable followers. The bedtime stories will have to…
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184954
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I grew up in Detroit, and even though I haven't lived there since I was 18, I'm still a Michigander at heart. I'm also a (retired) bankruptcy attorney.You can probably tell where this is going. I own a Detroit municipal bond. It's a sewer bond, which means…
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184975
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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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18491814
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Squirrels and mice fear her shadow
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1849103
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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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184900
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His thought was shattered then by the horrible grind of the telephone in the hall. Surely not for me, he thought. One of the other tenants has a friend who’s landed vipivka, no doubt after 39 straight days of hunt. Booze is so damnably hard to find
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184923
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184966
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Assimilated wheat germ
integrated ant worm
the capital of brazil.
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184997
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the array of regularly spaced wavering human forms floating upright seems to extend endlessly in all directions.
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184810
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On the day they were born, the old mother eagle named her chicks Faith, Hope, and Charity.
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1848176
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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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184873
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Susie watched the record, her mouth agape just slightly, the spinning vinyl unveiling the powerful sound of a voice she'd wanted to hear her whole life.
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184885
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It was the first time I had ever seen a possession.
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18482112
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the birth of a long, dark age//
where the wealthy will be eaten by the poor/
and the poor will be eaten by disease
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1847112
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...and he would stumble from bed in a panic and fling the toothbrush at the mirror cursing all the while "fuck fuck why can't I forget her".
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184732
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The man who plays his flute every day under the archway near Powell station is not very good. He never plays a real tune, just a series of random notes. There is no rhythm or melody either. In fact, it's not even a flute he…
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184763
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In his fridge he had one piece of meat. He hadn’t been expecting me. I cooked it for him and watched him eat.
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184733
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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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184721
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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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184721
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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