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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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175242
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So begins your new career in the car service business. In some ways you enjoy it, too. Sitting alone in the cab each day, totally your own boss; you get a surge of excitement inside thinking about the money you'll make in a way that requires so little work. Clearing two…
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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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175152
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Almost to the elevation of regret.
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175100
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You know what parents have to do to get an Xbox? They don't just stand in line and someone hands them an Xbox, OK? That's sacrifice. They have to sacrifice and sacrifice and sacrifice. I mean, I chase alpacas a mile every night in subfreezing conditions,
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175111
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The pear is a bruise. Feels like desperation in the light, it looks soft and blue. She wants to touch it and doesn’t want to. How the blood gathers under the blue and the body grows tender. Swells. Slowly.
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175143
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Somewhere in her the name triggers/
a grainy chain of Cheech & Chong
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175100
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‘They will follow, but we have to go now’
‘Wait , I can see something familiar...’
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175121
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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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175163
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During the day we search for truffles. I have a pig named Henry. He is a big help. He wanders the forest sniffing for truffles like a parable of porcine inquisitiveness. He knows what he is doing. He is not just a pig. Nor ordinary pig. He is a French pig
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1751103
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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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175178
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The weatherman can't predict
accumulation. He can only tell you
it will be cold. Expect ice, wind, snow, expect
delays. Your daughters play outside,
dancing around the Evergreen, its branches
bearing the weight of snow, its branches
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175000
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Scribble something basic with traces of spectacular,pen every pint of pain spilled during the massacrewhittle the convoluted down to the vernacularboiled the whole story, now you got everybody crackin' upnow step back from the business like, “man, that's wack as…
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175022
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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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but I pretend again I've kept the prairie/
out, have battled back the smoke and dirt
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175075
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they got some heat here in the West
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175052
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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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175085
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They are plastering on lipstick in pay-to-enter toilets
around the corner from the mosques, where old men
sit on back streets selling toilet seats, spices by the
shovel, flashlights, and Audrey Hepburn t-shirts
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175042
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A father's soft neglect has repercussions.
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175021
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Everybody knew it would happen. It didn’t happen exactly when or how they thought it would, but nonetheless it happened.
“I told you it would happen,” a bearded man told his wife.
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175011
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Normally I would have never drank such a wine, but it was late on a Friday evening and the bottle was on the house...
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175063
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Bootsy awoke with a hangover that only brain surgery could cure, a hangover that caused a seam to open in the known universe, leaving Bootsy on one side while all other matter sped away, away.
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175031
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I cannot find my way back to the bubbling navel of the universe because of Spongebob Squarepants.
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175032
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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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175077
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She caretakes, he takes care
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175011
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“Man, that Fats just nothin’ but a powerhouse, nothin’ but ‘Jesus Rolled Away the Stone’ and them Cats his apostles.” La KeeSha replied, “Ya’ll a real Blues Daddy now.”
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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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A married woman requests a butterfly tattoo that won't please her husband from an old tattoo artist.
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