1723 9 7
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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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172397
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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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172310
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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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172311
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Her ghost/kept coming back/to Hamlet
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172323
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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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172331
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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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172265
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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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17221413
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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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172232
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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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172272
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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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172231
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1. there's nothing more to say about it and I don't want to be drawn2. beautiful she couldn't hear me anyway I was desperate and there were moths3. they'd replaced his head with a picture of the moon he looked4. none of them were speaking English more like a ticking a…
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17221914
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Maddy knew how to make a sauce. It embraced the meat in a thick, buttery ooze.
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17221612
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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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1722108
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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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172221
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How could you run from me now?
The loneliest child in the house
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17221817
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Johan was telling stories about the occupation. The Germans were stupid, he said.
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172132
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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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172110
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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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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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172121
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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172152
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I know what he meant.
I've been in the 3 A.M. cream cheese.
I've known the hole in the bagel.
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172111
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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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172142
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A father's soft neglect has repercussions.
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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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172132
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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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172054
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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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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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"I always disliked such display of religious fervor. I dislike religious fervor. Period."
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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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