1774 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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177474
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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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1774129
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We've talked often about that night, where six hours of our life disappeared, about our shared experience, and the big question of why.
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177412
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It distresses me that you will never lust after me /
the way you did for that girl /
who had her hands around your belt
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177420
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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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177441
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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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17741916
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Try it with and without/
middle name or middle initial.//
Try different keywords.
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177444
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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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1774106
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“Ol’ Betty has a nice set of headlights,” he says with a wink as he springs out of the recliner.
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177473
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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177463
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I stand corrected once more.
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177394
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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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177300
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First thing each morning, Miss Murgy, a tall witch of a woman, cornered both of us like she did every day. "Girls…" with that she clinked a tea spoon on a shot glass, "do I have your attention?" "Yes, m'am," Vicky said. 6 a.m., six…
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177364
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For a person you don't know, a stranger with a lot of place, you think much of him.
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177332
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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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1773112
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I watched you knee deep in water with a little boy you were hitting.
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177332
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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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177386
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It's true push often comes to shove
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177344
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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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177300
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Redundancy was critical for survival, the builders said, so they designed Us with three cores of memory, each segment fully capable of independent operation.
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17737530
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Joaquin Phoenix has inspired me to quit writing and purse my true lifelong passion.
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177343
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"I'll tell you one thing I don't want to see, armed confrontation, leading to domestic warfare."
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177356
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In Your Absence the yard-cat, Flower, has started sleeping on top of the fridge
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177200
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A Body Divided: Memoir
1
When I came back home, after coming down with polio, everything had changed for me. I'd been gone for forty-five long days and nights. But it was Halloween, a time very nearly sacred for children in the Midwest, and it broug
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177265
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He was a beautiful older man, late sixties, who reminded me of a movie star with a thick mane of silver hair parted neatly from left to right and eyes the color of that stretch of Pacific Ocean between San Pedro and Catalina Island, the calming blue of a carefree weekend…
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177241
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Dad must have walked around with me 20 times, the store closed around us and finally he said I could have one. They were all in different poses and sizes, with black spots. Except one. One had silver spots.
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177233
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Behind the plastic kitchen, where the special children sometimes sit, a large boy in tight dungarees had grabbed Stephanie's hair in one fist.
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177233
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The Karaoke Girls are not appreciated. Not nearly enough and not often enough.
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177282
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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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177253
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Wafting wisps of fondness twinkling
in time with fairy lights pointing out lawns in cities
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