1849 13 5
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That led to the first aid box on the bed at 3 in the morning, but what about those veggies?
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184966
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Assimilated wheat germ
integrated ant worm
the capital of brazil.
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184921
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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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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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184845
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But the world is smaller when I see it /
from the crook of your neck.
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1848105
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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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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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18481612
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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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1848103
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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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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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184831
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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184874
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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1847129
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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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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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184721
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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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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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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184733
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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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184632
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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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184633
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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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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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184630
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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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18461814
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Squirrels and mice fear her shadow
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184684
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He had become an accessory to a murder.
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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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