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Children, afraid of dogs cried. There was uproar of melee. Children strained at their leashes to get away.
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“Your husband is an asshole, isn’t he?” he asks.
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Gather 'round children, For it's high time to tell, The story of a strange man With a horrible, awful smell. For this is a story More disgusting than most. This is the gruesome tale Of Gary Von Gross. With a house made…
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In the dark, alone after she was gone, he would whisper her name into his pillow and fight the tears more out of shear exhaustion than anything else. He had mourned for her even before she had passed, as he watched helpless while the disease marched slowly and…
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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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Either they got married in the church dressed in their mothers’ bridal gowns, gaudy and ancient dresses with off-white lace faded from years of hanging in the attic, or they snuck down to city hall...
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Without warning his eyes expertly navigated into a closed position setting off the dream machine long without power until this very second.
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On the television, a round woman sits amongst the mannequins. She wears a headband. She describes some awesome jewelry.
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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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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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of any cautionary tale is somewhere found rolling around in your own sweet voice for me. Your sound's still listing there inside my wobbly head. My head is too often in my open hands, grinning behind its face-mask like a parade on…
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It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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Track One Johnny Burkemeister, lead vocals and flutist of the band Albatross Antics, sits on his bed thinking in silence. His elbow rests on his knee, and his palm on his forehead with his fingers running through his dirty-blonde hair. He is staring at a copy of Paste…
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We've come this far. That's all we know. We've watched others reach their abrupt ends. They've given us this exact moment and we've taken it from them, sometimes without thinking. It's time for the next communication. I know what concern is…
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All I wanted was to love her.
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I watch from the cabin window the death of the sun, hear the howl of the new-born storm.
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I had a meeting with the editor of a well-known magazine. She said, “I think your paradigm got stuck up your monomyth.” “Oh dear. Is that bad?” “Bad? You want to be a writer, don't you?” “Well, I did. I'm not so sure now.…
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"the rum tasted of hibiscus blossoms"
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There are things we must not say.
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A father's soft neglect has repercussions.
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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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Four nights out of sevenI will lay with youFour nights out of sevenIt's the best I can do In the day, we will bake our breadAt night, ha, we will break our bed!Four nights out of seven, I will be with you
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Joaquin Phoenix has inspired me to quit writing and purse my true lifelong passion.
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The truth about the bird and the snake is this. They are dead. And me? I cannot stop thinking about them.
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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You enter the lobby of the office building tentatively at first - you're a little nervous about this interview, after all - but you recall how spectacular and professional you dressed that morning. Plus you read through the company's LinkedIn profile at least five times…
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Two stories, limestone, gray shutters,next to the park.“We almost bought that house,” my father always saideach time we drove by.He doesn't go down that street anymore.What could have been taunts him from the sidewalks —two little girls and a bucket of…
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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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