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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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172123
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New York, New York The winter drizzle left the streets shiny like in movies and this night Manhattan looked like it should look, vibrant, clean and sparkling. It was…
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172176
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He leans in close then, close enough that when he speaks, his words tiptoe out and tuck me in.
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172166
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Learned & wealthy but slowly going mad
from seeing, he did the only thing he could/he turned to love
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17211817
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Johan was telling stories about the occupation. The Germans were stupid, he said.
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172131
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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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“Can I feel it?” he reached his hands out immediately, expecting I’d say yes. I am the type to always say yes, right?
“Sure.” I confirmed, swallowing back my fear of his touch. He didn’t seem himself, like this. I led his hands to my hips and let them
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17201413
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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again today, as it was yesterday and may have been before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it among the murder while using the binoculars that I often use to bring things closer, things like these iridescent and beautiful…
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172010
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Creamcheese straightened out that spectacular yellow dress, tucking a fully exposed nipple back in under the material. She pulled down the hem of the dress, then strolled right into the Savoy like a wooden duck being pulled on a string, and headed straigh
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172022
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I think fat will just appear, like a narcotics cop at my door, or something.
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172000
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Astrid hadn't always hated him.
They met at the Beta house in the fall of his junior year. Typical Friday night. Stoned, drinking beer. He and Red Chapman sitting in their room playing guitars. The girls in their blues jeans. The guys from the house hi
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172097
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God's real name is Frank, and he stops by all the time. He tries to dump that cheap Xmas candy on us.
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Satchmo sings a love song over the sound system. People read books, tap keyboards, drink coffee, eat cake. In Barnes & Noble—more a coffee shop these days than a bookstore—I am thinking about my dad and his stomach cancer.The terror he…
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172010
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They're bound to wonder what sort of offspring we'll hatch. We've done the tests, we are cross-fertile.
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17201814
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There are things we must not say.
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172021
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How could you run from me now?
The loneliest child in the house
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17202913
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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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172032
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and i'm almost out of cigarettes,
and fireworks and sorority girls
scream
from down the street.
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171972
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The guy stretches out his arm as he rounds up the herd of ducks that only want to bob. He pulls down his sleeve over a heart tattoo, faded from being seen so many times. It’s a skinny sort of heart tattoo, an askew heart from where I stand, an arrow fro
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17191914
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Maddy knew how to make a sauce. It embraced the meat in a thick, buttery ooze.
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171832
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Chills begin on my hand where his cool lips meet my skin and ripple through me. I try to focus on the road and cock my eyebrow. “Not bad for a 15-year-old.”
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171832
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I've heard of sucessful marriages where there's very little sex.
My heart aches for that kind of love.
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War came home tonight. We weep and hug, while he stares over our shoulders, like the statue we'll make of him. We pour a drink for his shaky hands, wheel him past his friends the dead, and lie to each other about other, far off places as if we knew.
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171811
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My best friend died yesterday. His name was Franklin Seever, but we all called him Lin. It started when we were in Little League. There were two Franklins on the team so Coach, who was my dad, called the fat one Frank and my best friend Lin.
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He had a country house, she said, but it was near the city. She said the house was about as old as he was and she loved it— from the wood-framed windows to the heavy wood doors... to the garden on the side of the house
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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In all the years we lived here we never had any issues from the power towers behind our house, other than them being slightly unsightly. I didn't even notice them when we would socialize out back, especially when drinking. When it rains you can sometimes
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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