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I’ve done my part of the job in conservative clothing. Lonnie’s done her part looking like Dolly Parton.
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“He's the one who took five tries to find your vein during your last blood draw, right?” This question spilled from the row of twenty EKG machines that now made up the hospital building's larynx
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When he took Medieval German Lit in graduate school, Ackermann read Der Ackermann aus Böhmen by Johannes von Tepl. His professor was amused both by his last name and that his grandparents were Germans from Bohemia. Of course, only his grandmother was from Bohemia and…
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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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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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‘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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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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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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My father was dating already. Her name was Shelly. She had a man-like body, buck teeth and red hair, a big forehead. I don't know what bog she climbed out of. She wanted to fill in for my mother, but I locked her out of my room. I just wanted to be sad and hold…
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watch/
the second hand sweep
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The bearded old man, raised his weary body from the bedroll he had slept on last night and slowly stood up. Bones creaked as he worked the stiffness out of his joints, the pain and memory of endless days and nights riding the…
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Kitchen.
sandwich.
wife.
daughter.
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There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
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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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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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artemis is but a mincing fawn:/ no sacred bitches need i in my ranks,/ nor hunting dogs to tear a man apart/ when i have teeth enough to bruise fine flanks.
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It was a lover’s dark. They had been talking for hours when daylight lost interest and had gone elsewhere for sport.
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.
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Dr. van Roos reminded the group that trauma is trauma...
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What she didn't tell me was that her brother Carl got fried during an electrical storm.
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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She burst
Into the glass shop
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