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She couldn’t help but wonder what 93 year-old Sohrabjee looked for in the torn, dusty lithograph of Marilyn in Persia one of the orderlies had stuck to the wall of the corridor outside Jasmine Wing decades ago.
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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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Guys on safari wearing safari jackets shoot things all day, things with funny names …
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["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]
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Johan was telling stories about the occupation. The Germans were stupid, he said.
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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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John was sitting at his computer one night after work, when he read an article linked to him by a friend.
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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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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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All I wanted was to love her.
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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I am standing in the kitchen, kneading dough, because this is one way to say sorry. This is way to say, things will be different now, look.
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Over the years, his face
began to alter
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I almost kept him
on the shelf with all the trophies.
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He had a country house, she said, but it was near the city. She said the house was about as old as he was and she loved it— from the wood-framed windows to the heavy wood doors... to the garden on the side of the house
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And then, and then, and then! After all that, this. After all that bullshit with her Dad, the Associate Principal, the idiotic counselor, and that psychotic police officer, after all that, this: a dead black cat. Blocking her path! Right in the middle of the street! …
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Looking with his ears, Hearing with his eyes, Not really mute, he simply didn't know how to speak.One word, then another string together,a crack spreads across an ice covered lake. Now there is an open channel, and his thoughts roil the…
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We've got our gang colors on because we're out for retribution. T.S. Eliot made an appearance at a writer's conference on De-Privileging the Dead White Male last night, and the head of a low-residency poetry program tossed hot green tea on him.
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We have a responsibility,” she says, “to enrich our local business community while delivering quality products to customers.” She had brought over some application forms for the Better Business Bureau, and we sit at the big table and fill them out, marki
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Oh, gracious mercy, oh...
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Solomon just makes people leak. Literally.
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Elvis awoke in a cold, dank sweat, hungover from bourbon and bad dreams.
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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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Some nights you really feel it.
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We got our holes in our hearts bundled onto soft wrapping cloth just like the gentleman on TV said; with smiles we set out towards our matching end of the same old stories. That's just the way…
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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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I woke up around 6 pm today. As always, mum would wake me up. I have this special bond with my bed and parting with her during my most vulnerable is anathema to my nature. Thrice mum would pull my feet and thrice I would groan hoping she would go…
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