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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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177312
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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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Try it with and without/
middle name or middle initial.//
Try different keywords.
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1773106
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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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177356
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In Your Absence the yard-cat, Flower, has started sleeping on top of the fridge
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177362
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If we thought that love was gone
that out of sweetness none remained
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17732713
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It’s beautiful to look at and to hold/
though true musicians would be appalled/
by the black plastic
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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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177221
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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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177274
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You can use your shoelaces or an Ace bandage. Loop a belt around your neck and toss the loose end over a shower curtain or closet pole. Pull. Try to lift yourself off the ground.
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177263
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Now it turns out, the story doesn’t begin with the butterfly lady, herself, but with her brother.
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177244
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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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177200
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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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17727530
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Joaquin Phoenix has inspired me to quit writing and purse my true lifelong passion.
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177243
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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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177241
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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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177263
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I stand corrected once more.
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177141
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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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177100
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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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177100
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It might not seem easy to breathe any love into a name like Father. It’s a stiff word—it’s not soft, like, say, Papa—but sometimes you have to breathe love into names you don’t choose.
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177100
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I found him dead underneath a sycamore tree. I knew it was a sycamore tree because of all the acorns surrounding the body.
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177155
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Vandalina embarked on her career of serious dramatic roles to widespread acclaim, her depth of feeling and potency of delivery winning her thunderous ovations and gushing reviews . . .
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177153
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Another Saturday in April. Another set of scars.
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1771129
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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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177121
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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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177120
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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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I've measured out our time togethersealed it in airtight bottlesthe one labeled 1998 kept closelike smelling saltsOne whiff a camphor waking memaking me high on the idea of usputting blinders on your infidelitiesdouble vodkas and damaging wordsAnd when that isn't enoughI…
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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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