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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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181732
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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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181741
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My ride, my good friend Morning was due any minute, but of course, he/she was always late. My costume was a dog. I was stuck to another dog, in the act of passion. A stuffed one. A basset hound. I said my name was Lightning.
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181743
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Tony sat down in the hotel room with his back against the wall. He had a handsome face, with three-day stubble growing from it, his pupils very large as if frightened by something, or from deep thought. In his hand, was the winning lottery, Periodically he would get up…
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1817167
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Under nervously flickering fluorescent lights / your name will grow / fed by the tongues of Those Who Never Leave
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1817158
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this reaching, this striving to love like it's there becoming something we need.
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1817107
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She can never say why, but guilt rides her bones
like the spirit. She rubs worry raw.
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181721
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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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181720
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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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181734
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Sunday, Nolan and I drop by the ice rink on 10th and Alma to watch the amateur hockey leagues battle it out in an unspoken yet assumed class war: the buff, unemployed rink bums who can grind ice, cross-check, and stick handle like the pros, versus the dou
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181751
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“What would you think if I committed adultery?”
She pauses very briefly before replying.
“What, you got time on your hands?”
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181621
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Robbie Lange closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair. Yawning, he looked out the window into the black night. Another evening at the office, he thought. He counted the other lit windows in the skyscrapers around his building. “Goodnight, everyone
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1816176
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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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181620
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I love reading about myself. There's nothing more gratifying than seeing my name in the paper, knowing so many people are interested in who I am and what I do.
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181621
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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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181631
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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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181632
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Hair today...gone tomorrow
The sun beats down
on my balding crown.
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181677
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I want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association.
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181633
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Some trick of the morning light makes the tattoo on her ankle look like the burn from a branding iron. She had watched her father as he slept last night. He was handsome and innocent, like a baby boy.
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1816106
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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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181511
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He thought the scarab was bad luck. I knew too little about omens to argue.
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18151616
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To See Who's There Able these days to search through centuries, I click, scribble, cut and paste, skim, reject, record, resurrect a wet stone wall, the smell of burning peat. Bob's your uncle, Peggy's …
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181522
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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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181542
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‘Didn't you used to have a daughter?'
The tense and phraseology jarred, but he was inarticulate not ignorant, awkward rather than unaware of how it sounded and she smiled at him.
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181533
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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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181500
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Beautiful,
a country left abandoned by the parade path.
The soldiers that typically occupy this place,
temporarily removed to neighboring lands;
congregating together,
backs to the native.
I benefit from the accidental diversion.
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181575
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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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1815103
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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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181532
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A true Rowdies fan begins every conversation about the band with a legend. She would be impressed if he knew the story.
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18157530
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Joaquin Phoenix has inspired me to quit writing and purse my true lifelong passion.
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