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Joaquin Phoenix has inspired me to quit writing and purse my true lifelong passion.
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What about the goons? Those criminals thwarted and left for dead in every action movie for the past thirty years. I'm sure at least a dozen survived the slaughters. I'm sure at least one or two came out if it reformed. This one who quit working for Columbian drug smugglers…
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Cellulite is legal to have, either way.
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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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Lately he's been wanting to write about love...
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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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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It takes twelve years for the hot water to run out and your skin has not even begun to prune.
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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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She called it phantom energy. She said it was costing us money every month. A few cents here and there, sure, but it all added up.
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Wafting wisps of fondness twinkling
in time with fairy lights pointing out lawns in cities
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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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At any moment, she'll come outside to pick up the day’s newspaper. He can see it resting beneath the blooming crape myrtle, its plastic wrapper glistening with dew.
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this reaching, this striving to love like it's there becoming something we need.
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You were at a saloon on Water Street. Witnesses say. You were taken out of the place and put on a sloop against your will. Witnesses don’t say.
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The truth about the bird and the snake is this. They are dead. And me? I cannot stop thinking about them.
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When I was 10 or 11, some people thought that my father was my grandfather, that my brother was my father, and that my mother was my sister!
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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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In Your Absence the yard-cat, Flower, has started sleeping on top of the fridge
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Face defined-front part of head
Cybil's eyes stick to a mirror and guard the woman's skin. The woman's image could be the result of uncontrolled narcissism, yet dry wrinkles are visible from her reflection. Disguise cream covers some of the woman's c
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I've never really been impressed with authors that write long teary-eyed novels about people dying of terrible diseases or uplifting stories about the armless boy who made the wrestling team.
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None of us took it too seriously when Gregory from underwriting said he was dating a real-life witch. Being an underwriter is not as interesting as say being a writer. That's why the greatest underwriter in America, Ajit Jain, gets paid per hour what Jame
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Two cars smashed together, the sky started to look like a foot infected with gout...
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Particles flung by the sun
pierce us through, undetected
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In a corner of a neighbor’s land too stony to till Cob makes a mystery.
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we're only playing with this language you and I
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Someone had shown me a page on the internet where writers could have their stories analyzed, seeing whose work their piece was similar to. Normally, I only went on the computer to find apartment listings and pornography.
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Bare feet on hardwood floor
Twists into circles
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‘Do I still ‘respect’ you? Ha! - there’s a sweet old-fashioned phrase! I don’t know, maybe not so much ...
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