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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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18151211
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Cellulite is legal to have, either way.
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181521
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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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181543
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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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181540
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Except, something about Margaret was a little off. She would stop typing suddenly and look up at the plant, studying it, almost as if daring it to cross her. Then, she would go back to her computer and start pounding away again.
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1815167
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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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1815107
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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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1815106
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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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181551
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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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181531
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Dark hung over the night like an occupation force. Across the street a Cuban diner fought it off with green and yellow neon lights, Latin rhythm beating through the air.
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181420
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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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181433
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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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181441
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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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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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181433
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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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181450
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So back to Berkeley we went, and started our own commune in a huge rented house on Derby Street where we could tear the fences down in all the neighborhood backyards. We created what we called “The Meadow.”
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181420
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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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181473
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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18141110
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Someone will labor to keep it alive/
although the body will want but/
to return to random particles
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181474
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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181311
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He thought the scarab was bad luck. I knew too little about omens to argue.
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181322
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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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1813176
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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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181342
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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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181331
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We learned to dance beneath a gazebo / in Spring Lake Park / We were fourteen
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18131612
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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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181353
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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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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 want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association.
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He had become an accessory to a murder.
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