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Julie and I had been dating for almost a year when she slipped her vagina under my door on her way to work.
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18371212
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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183767
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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183634
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IT's like, 15 words. Do you really need a snippet?
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183600
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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183621
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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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183600
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There are three ways I can love you, not even half of one more.
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183630
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She burst
Into the glass shop
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1836188
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183655
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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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183621
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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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183600
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Walking home, carrying his guitar case, Jed felt the sums of his life adding up to dangerously high numbers, the deadly inertia of vaguely comfortable apathy swallowing his time. His moment would soon be fading. Because, like many young men before him, Jed…
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183683
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I think I’ll get a tattoo. Not just any tattoo, one I’ll regret. I’ll catch people peering at it, trying to interpret the twists and swirls of the black ink on my fair skin.
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183676
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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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183699
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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183686
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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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1836129
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I had a crappy room on the fourth floor of a crappy hotel.
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183572
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When the black cloth falls on you all food tastes like airline food. Every song sounds like Barry Manilow. Every poem sounds like Rod McKuen. It’s all just noise to you now.
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183520
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we're only playing with this language you and I
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1835138
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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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183531
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behind the curtainof a ballsy fragilitythere lives an easethat was not easythere exists a gracethat is not always gracefulbeauty can maskcheekbones that sometimes look sadwhen they are smilingeven grin determinationneeds downtimethe prize is still thereeven if the eyes…
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183596
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I cannot begin to list all the ways this conversation can go downhill from here, so I hang up the phone quietly.
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183597
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It sometimes happens a student remains a friend long after you both have abandon academe.
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183432
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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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183422
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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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18342014
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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183484
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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183422
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She thought of an animal checking a scent before mating, and imagined that he said to himself, “All I need is for this woman to be hitting on me.”
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1834188
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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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183489
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Throw them up there but try to make it look tidy. Try to become a little bit paranoid, just enough that you slightly overestimate how much they think of you at all.
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