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Sarge had done this before. Not with this many rookies and not on a one-way trip. This was a suicide mission. The boys didn't know it, but he did. They weren't coming back. Hell, they couldn't come back
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18222011
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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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When the black cloth falls on you all food tastes like airline food. Every song sounds like Barry Manilow. Every poem sounds like Rod McKuen. It’s all just noise to you now.
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My music teacher, Luigi Biagi, told me that he was done with me. He said it was time I moved on to more specialized teachers. Since my passion was composing and arranging, he recommended Al Fine.
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Walking to Colorado? He doesn't have that kind of time.
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182131
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The fabric on the waiting room chairs is stained and matted, but has been cleaned over and over.
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One must be drenched in words.
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182121
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A sturdy and goatish original by know-nothing punks from the sticks. Who cares if we were puny and smelled like fresh milk? For a few years we played and rocked, even turned the Appalachian soundscape a little brown at the edges. At least at first. Mainly
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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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182122
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She thought of an animal checking a scent before mating, and imagined that he said to himself, “All I need is for this woman to be hitting on me.”
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And besides, since winter is coming, the dying clammy ground cherry makes a good Pilgrim hat for the fieldmouse. We found one the day after you left, at moonset, in the garage, building a nest with toilet paper in the air filter of the car.
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182131
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Why won’t my parakeet eat my diarrhea?
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1821103
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When she was nineteen, she began to brew a baby in her belly. She named it, and sang to it, and organized the leftover hand-me-downs that hadn't been worn ragged through by the first seven sets of recipients.
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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182110
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I’ve done my part of the job in conservative clothing. Lonnie’s done her part looking like Dolly Parton.
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182132
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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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182100
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Every time Hector left his home he wondered if it was for the last time. It was Monday at 2:45, so he was standing in the bedroom near the tall mirror, staring into his dark eyes. In the past, she would lovingly help him dress with her tiny, perfect fingers. She…
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Often I eat lunch at the hospital. The cafeteria may be the best place to eat in town.
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182186
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Get something cheap and light at Target. Trash hell out of it. Encourage baby to urp up in it.
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We liked the orderly Newtonian/
with its fundamentalist action/
and reaction, its rules
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182184
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Her purse still hangs on the knob by the door, and seeing it is all that keeps Josh from freaking out because he knows she can’t go too far or too long without her purse.
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Train 664 leaves Thirtieth Street Station bound for New York City at 10:55. Concurrently, Train 663 leaves the station, headed for Harrisburg. Both trains are, confusingly, called The Keystone.If Mark and I have tickets for Train 664 because we plan to…
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She burst
Into the glass shop
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And there sat one man. Searching for words and solace. The silence returned and the colors peeled off from the walls. Darkness returned with fledgling light. He threw back his head and filled the emptiness with his laugh. He laughed in mirth and in misery
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I told him he was just paying for his sins. He gave me a look. "Why me?" he asked.
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182096
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It's because poetry would not do
because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame
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Andalusia I. partners in sunset the hawk and I in ballet ..............................he:..........the small flame in the wind ..............................I:............the last tremor of grace the…
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182097
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The day you came to the wedding the sky was so, so brightly July./ I saw my face where I left it the last time . . . .
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But the boy next door is worse than a dweeb; he's a prima donna and a bully and a little shit to boot. The divorce will only make him more.
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