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Some books are like old friends and when you read them, you no longer feel alone.
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When I no longer know you, what signal will you give to remind me that you and I once loved?
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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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The Viper turns so quickly that Father's grabbing hand now faces its head instead of its tail.
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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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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[DO NOT READ BETWEEN THIS LINE ... CITIZEN!]
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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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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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I watched you knee deep in water with a little boy you were hitting.
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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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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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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I am standing in the kitchen, kneading dough, because this is one way to say sorry. This is way to say, things will be different now, look.
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He was corporate then, young, his wife gorgeous, the collar flipped up on his twill overcoat, a lit cigarette in one hand, the other around his wife’s waist. They stood outside. It looked chilly. She wore a hat. He looked bulletproof.
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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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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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Their nouns are few and stark./
Ours are numerous and dappled/
or subtly shaded and shadowed/
by circumstance and possibility.
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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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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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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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Nothing good comes from being lowered into a well to take a photograph, boy
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Hi, I'm Harmony Korine. I esteem douchebags.
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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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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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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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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Residual flashbacks; just tiny bright lightning bolts that flash in front of my eyes, just like standing watching a soaring bonfire on a cold and frosty November night, pinprick sparks flying up into the endless darkness of the night.
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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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I would be the mortal to hand justice to God. It wouldn’t come in the form of steel from a blade or by gun powder of a revolver, but by my disbelief...
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