1848 10 5
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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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184821
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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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184831
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Everything is painted black that isn’t glass, velvet, neon, or chrome. The club is cold, and the DJ who broke-up with me while I forgot I was stoned is spinning his favorites to an empty floor. Endings have a rhythm. I heard this one coming. I can hear it
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184874
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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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184800
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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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18481513
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We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
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184897
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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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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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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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184700
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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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184773
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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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1847105
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'Do you feel that, my little one?' Stillness. Calm. I felt the baby move her tiny little feet and smiled.
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184785
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It was the first time I had ever seen a possession.
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18471612
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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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184744
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My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.
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184766
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Assimilated wheat germ
integrated ant worm
the capital of brazil.
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184774
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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184621
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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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184621
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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18461814
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Squirrels and mice fear her shadow
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1846103
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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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184643
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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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184611
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This seems to be what happens to the Corporate Zombie Cowboys. They get eaten by their own Zombie Kings.
The hardest part is I can see them coming, I am on the menu, and I cannot avoid them.
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184633
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The night wrapped its arms around us as we drove west, taking the highway past Medford towards Philly. The kids were asleep in the backseat and we were both counting the mile markers, staring out the windows with quiet eyes. I listened to the drone of the…
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184686
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As he brushes his shoulders against other people's shoulders until he almost has no shoulders –
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1845129
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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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184532
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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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184533
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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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184531
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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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184530
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Warren Jeffries had called me on the phone the night before and said, “Listen to this,” as he held the receiver out his bedroom window at the noise coming from the riot on campus. They were spraying gas over People’s Park, trying to get them to disp
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