1642 7 6
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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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164210
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He lost his patience and began ranting and raving, angry that he had to come home every night and feel like he was being smothered by a pillow. “I can’t make it stop,” she said. “I can’t make myself stop feeling this way.”
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16411010
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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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1641147
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1641108
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When I stumbled upon evidence that the man I'd loved and trusted for 20 years had a secret girlfriend for the past 10 of those years, he tried to deny it.“We never had sex!” he told me. And I believed him. For about two minutes.“You never…
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16411210
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Another siege/
with kamikaze fervor.
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164155
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1641129
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All young and loud and big and I swear her face like a lighthouse lamp, glowing—I remember thinking, ‘She’s drunk at nine in the morning.’
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164100
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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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164100
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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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164132
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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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16412111
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Guys on safari wearing safari jackets shoot things all day, things with funny names …
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164198
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. . . catching her breath somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. . .
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1641116
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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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164197
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the array of regularly spaced wavering human forms floating upright seems to extend endlessly in all directions.
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164055
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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164080
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That dog again; enduring love.
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164072
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The ice in my drink provides ample cooling. The brew strength of my tea is just such that it combines in a pleasing fashion with the melting ice. My mind is clear and my belly absent hunger. I am completely sated from any physical desire at this very mome
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164010
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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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164010
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The separation—the plan—had been a long time coming. After years of fighting and therapy and apologizing and, finally, silence, their marriage was about to die of exhaustion.
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164096
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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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164000
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His thought was shattered then by the horrible grind of the telephone in the hall. Surely not for me, he thought. One of the other tenants has a friend who’s landed vipivka, no doubt after 39 straight days of hunt. Booze is so damnably hard to find
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16401714
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We have always been a trashy species./
We study ourselves by examining/
garbage-- a pile of mussel shells here,
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164021
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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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164053
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Out in the open air, the sun's rays washing over the dead, open fields, Nick lay, his back against the wall of the train platform, eyes facing the sky, hands outstretched to the…
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164000
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But I am quite sure,
in my loneliness,
there is nothing that aches inside me more,
than a desire to persist.
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163942
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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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163920
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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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163975
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I am standing in the kitchen, kneading dough, because this is one way to say sorry. This is way to say, things will be different now, look.
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163922
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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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