1722 8 4
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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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172100
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Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. It was an unexpected meeting, but one that was sure to bring a lot of change for both. They met at a work event. Some friends wanted to put together a company and they had both been invited to be part of the project. Boy smiled. Girl remained…
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172100
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The sound of drums blared from down the street. Car horns tried to fight the sound. Mayumi and Keiko saw the size of the crowd walking past them increase.
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172172
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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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17211917
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172111
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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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172164
|
Kai,
Oh the mathematics of solitude. I wish your father there. I read your wanting subtracted between the lines. He is almost gone. Hallucinates, not awake even though eyes are open. Yesterday he saw the baby brother you never met. I light four ultramarine…
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172100
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You can’t start living in The Netherlands just like that; you need to be registered first. Once an official has confirmed you’re the person you claim to be, you can start in a job. Once an employer has confirmed you’re employed, you can apply for yo
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172096
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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17201710
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The list of things to live for/
shortens with age. The list of regrets/
lengthens.
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1720106
|
"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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172096
|
Can I still be in your pictures?
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1720129
|
now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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172021
|
In the dream Yesler rolled, a broad avenue made of fine yellow dust, from Third down toward Second, and I made my way in the silence and bright morning air. To my left on the corner of Second stood the old Mocambo cafe and lounge, home to drag…
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172011
|
The White House released only a short-form pedigree certificate, which “breeders” claim bears signs of alteration. “The ‘K’ in the middle of ‘AKC’ is longer than the other letters, like an El Greco on an acid trip.”
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172066
|
No one writes epics anymore. Why? Perhaps it's because we no longer share mythologies. Once there was a shepherd, and now there is a Google bus loaded with pricks. Yes, you say, but they are good at math. Each and every one of them. And this is true. I envy them…
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172031
|
I almost forgot. Her nipples taste like that syrup from a can of peaches. The kind you aren’t supposed to eat if you are 18 or older. The kind that adds baggage to the hips and I’m certainly not about to take out an insurance policy on my ass.
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171955
|
Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
|
171900
|
"Only the gods in heaven can do such things," he shouted back, his voice hoarse and parched from no water for two days. "Wouldn't your God have saved you by now if he had the power?"
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171944
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The last of your tenuous septum dissolves when you press the nozzle of the neti pot against it.
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1719148
|
And she's dying like someone who's tried living and failed.
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171921
|
We got Bob Dylan on the wall
wriggling from the lack of music
and light among the spheres
A great doubt has been raised
and can be seen from far, far away
for they are even afraid now in heaven
that things can’t be going right
and to
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171975
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they got some heat here in the West
|
171910
|
Either they got married in the church dressed in their mothers’ bridal gowns, gaudy and ancient dresses with off-white lace faded from years of hanging in the attic, or they snuck down to city hall...
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1719137
|
His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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171932
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”My goodness how that child nurses hope,” Edward’s Grandad would often say, “were it not for her where indeed would this family be?”
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171931
|
“Tell me again,” you whisper softly, “about the songbird.”
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171832
|
A married woman requests a butterfly tattoo that won't please her husband from an old tattoo artist.
|
171852
|
Almost to the elevation of regret.
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171882
|
Entering that darkroom is like slipping through the barrel of a rifle.
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