1721 15 13
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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172100
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He awoke with a start. This was not the first time he did so. He couldn't afford these occasional bouts of sleep. And certainly not in the land of the Tsantsa hunters.
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172197
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Rory and Betty Sloan entered the first of 40 rooms in the new Motel 6 to place Holy Bibles in 40 night tables.
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172142
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A father's soft neglect has repercussions.
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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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172121
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How could you run from me now?
The loneliest child in the house
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17212913
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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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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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17211817
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Johan was telling stories about the occupation. The Germans were stupid, he said.
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172065
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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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172032
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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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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
|
I think fat will just appear, like a narcotics cop at my door, or something.
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172072
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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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17201914
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Maddy knew how to make a sauce. It embraced the meat in a thick, buttery ooze.
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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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1720108
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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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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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171954
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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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171974
|
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171911
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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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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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171862
|
We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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171821
|
the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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171822
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Christmas Eve arrives with a relief that the season of joy will soon be over so I can feel the pain I am denying myself. Rosie presses her face against the kitchen window, leaving ghostlike impressions of the tip of her nose and her lips on the glass tha
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171830
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His mouth went dry, but he managed to say, coolly, “Just how would you like me to do that, Sandra?”
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1718117
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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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