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I think fat will just appear, like a narcotics cop at my door, or something.
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176130
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She burst
Into the glass shop
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17612214
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Over the years, his face
began to alter
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176133
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“What is the sickness that you have?” Colin behind the glass wondered.
“Too much world,” said Anise Fish.
“We have that in common.”
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1761137
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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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176121
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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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176132
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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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176000
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"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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176032
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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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17601710
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The list of things to live for/
shortens with age. The list of regrets/
lengthens.
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176066
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War The once shining lake was busy draining itself. All the better cared for boats were looking like disjointed discarded single shoes in a messed up paint chipped closet. No one was thinking well okay a leaky sole is better than a wounded heel. You get the…
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176010
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She was now sitting in her bathtub. The warmth of the water made her pale, rich vanilla skin flushed with the fullness of circulation as her pores continued to allow the passage of her toxins from her system.
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176022
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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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176096
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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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176031
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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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176077
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She caretakes, he takes care
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1760116
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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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175900
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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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175932
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I've heard of sucessful marriages where there's very little sex.
My heart aches for that kind of love.
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175952
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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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175986
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I knew my cat was capable of telepathy when I began to have isolated, random, non-cause-related thoughts about food and feelings, little signals, and I realized that the signs — images of tangerines, tuna, bones; the idea of choice; slate, names; the feeling of…
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175997
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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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175923
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New York, New York The winter drizzle left the streets shiny like in movies and this night Manhattan looked like it should look, vibrant, clean and sparkling. It was…
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175932
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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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175800
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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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17582111
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I am not the wind./
I am a stone eroded by the wind
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175831
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My small kitchen has barely enough room to turn around in, yet I had the feeling I was being watched. When I experience it again, just seconds later, I realize it was eyes watching, actual eyes, not a camera or machine.
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17581410
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When we take Vengeance,/
shave and shower him,/
deodorize and scent him,/
clothe him in a starched shirt
|
175800
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Would a chickenshit leave her like I did yesterday?
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