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160100
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June Day sprinted with urgency through the halls of the Armistice. Whenever she passed a window looking out into space, if it wasn't already covered, she didn't bother looking out, but not because of her hurry; no one did anymore. She was young, but the…
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160121
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Cammie Richard's house was just like all the others in Wilchester. The exterior was vaguely reminiscent of the Dutch style; gray stone with cross beams of dark wood, with two stories and a bay window. Her yard was fertilizer green, with a giant STRATFORD FOOTBALL…
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16011212
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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16011814
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There are things we must not say.
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160163
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During the day we search for truffles. I have a pig named Henry. He is a big help. He wanders the forest sniffing for truffles like a parable of porcine inquisitiveness. He knows what he is doing. He is not just a pig. Nor ordinary pig. He is a French pig
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160193
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Where I work people use words like leverage. They do not appear to denote anything.
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160100
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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160199
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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160174
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It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
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160032
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All I wanted was to love her.
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160030
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He did it in front of the waiter and everything.
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160010
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Leda looks back over her shoulder at us as the swan
grips her from behind while at the same time nipping at
the nape of her neck. She's a freckled child and
a little frightened. There's a dark smudge beneath her eye
where the shadow runs. The swan
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1600119
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"Jesus was a zombie?" I ask, shocked.
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160092
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"...just like you rehearsed..."
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16001010
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One day we went for a hike. We climbed a small mountain. It’s called Mission Peak. We got about halfway up a steep trail, decided that was far enough. We embraced. She said “I love you,” and I said, “I love you, too.”
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160000
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Photographs can create, both good and bad. They can create a way to make a living, but they can also create opportunities for black mail, divorce settlements and most of all they can create power.
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160000
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Do not listen to Christmas music out of season. Unless of course you want to ruin Christmas music. Forever.
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160032
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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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159942
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I think for a second that I should have called my husband out to witness this thing, but I am instantly made aware of why I have not.
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1599113
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“Your husband is an asshole, isn’t he?” he asks.
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159920
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I only knew that my heart was not in my life as I was presently living it. I needed the breasts of my Helen in my mouth forever, or I was going to die. Die! Ah, the life of a poet! I couldn’t go on living like this. Why should I go on living like this?
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159964
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We need to keep writing
because the great ones
aren’t always that great
We need to keep writing
to insure that the future
even has a future
We need to keep writing
because the wind won’t know how
or when to listen if we don’t
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1599167
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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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15991911
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Today the isobars are far apart.
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159820
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There's this sepia-toned photograph, which my mother gave me, of my brother and me when we were still both youngsters. In the picture my brother's dressed in a skimpy checked suit whose sleeves were already too short for him — on its way to becoming my
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159821
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Forgive me father for I have sinned.”
“Tell me how you have sinned, my son?”
Lies, father. I have told lie after lie in pursuit of my personal gain. I have lied to my family, my friends, to thousands of people who desired nothing from me but the tr
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Here are a few tips/instructions to help you out (though I'm sure you'll do just fine by yourself!):Getting to the Apt.:If you're coming from Riverside, you'll want to turn onto Magnolia. So, if you're coming from north to south on Riverside, that means you'll want to turn…
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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I think I’ll get a tattoo. Not just any tattoo, one I’ll regret. I’ll catch people peering at it, trying to interpret the twists and swirls of the black ink on my fair skin.
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