1830 3 2
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We fold it end over end, meeting in the middle where she takes it, and I let go...
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18301512
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You should have
marked that territory like a conquistador,
mounted him like an equestrian, left no
what-ifs in your wake.
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182940
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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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182999
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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
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182900
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The moon is now at the corner on pace for the horizon. On top of a tall business building in Downtown Newark stop a woman in a hood cloak.
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182930
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She burst
Into the glass shop
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182921
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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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182900
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Well, it was on a Monday and you know how bad Mondays are to begin with. I had been up real late the night before playin’ poker and drinkin’. I was thinking that after a couple of hours the hangover would wear off and I’d be okay, but instead I s
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1829119
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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/
by the shrinking language of the day,//
my words abandon me.
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182950
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When I got word from Mary Jo, she warned me that Mitchell Parkman was out looking for me with a butcher knife. I knew immediately what I had to do. I packed up my things and sold the Pepsi van and moved up to a room on Regent Street in Berkeley, all the w
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182974
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...something in her raw vulnerability and daring beauty drove these men wild...
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182921
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‘Do I still ‘respect’ you? Ha! - there’s a sweet old-fashioned phrase! I don’t know, maybe not so much ...
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182910
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A powerful song is often a result of imaginative storytelling through a unique “voice” and pitch-perfect musicality.
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1829112
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Although radiation and chemo rendered him a wraith...
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182910
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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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He reveled in the chase, giddy when just out of arm’s reach. When to catch him, that was the question.
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I paused in case she said more. Then, “He’s very faint but he wants to talk.”
She leaned forward, chin almost resting on the grey-haired woman in front of her. “Tell him to shout.”
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182986
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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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1829116
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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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18282014
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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182800
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Dr. van Roos reminded the group that trauma is trauma...
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182821
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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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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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1828188
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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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182855
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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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182831
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Why won’t my parakeet eat my diarrhea?
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18281212
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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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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182800
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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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