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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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174631
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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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you and i exist
outside of the chaos and noise
entwined in eternal embrace
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174572
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The guy stretches out his arm as he rounds up the herd of ducks that only want to bob. He pulls down his sleeve over a heart tattoo, faded from being seen so many times. It’s a skinny sort of heart tattoo, an askew heart from where I stand, an arrow fro
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It's a good thing too—because Of the way that feeling Made her even more beautiful than usual. You shouldn't doubt such an obvious Feeling. It's a good thing— Because frankly you have Been informed before. When Beauty …
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1745107
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I threw my hand / at the gearshift/
the car glided off.
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174500
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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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17451812
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He spends his Sunday morning spraying WD-40 through the straw-like stream attachment at the expansive paper nest of beige and ivory striped wasps.
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174500
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A group of nuns arrived in the middle of my first night at Hinsdale Hospital. I guess I must have dozed off when this odd noise, like curtains being moved, woke me up. At first I couldn't make out what that rustling sound was in the hallway outside my doo
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174442
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I think for a second that I should have called my husband out to witness this thing, but I am instantly made aware of why I have not.
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174432
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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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I am not the wind./
I am a stone eroded by the wind
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1744117
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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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17442214
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Over the years, his face
began to alter
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1744103
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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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174497
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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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174400
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Would a chickenshit leave her like I did yesterday?
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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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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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Today the color of the skyremakes my heart into somethingless willing to break, or to judge,and I am thankful for it. Acolor not unlike walking chestdeep in the ocean and seekingbeautiful clouds and thinking Iwill be back. Dreaming with the sky.Please stop lying to me. A…
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17431813
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One must be drenched in words.
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1743127
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Val walks through the world, absorbed in the day to day. A plainspoken narrator drones on in his mind. The nondescript voice marks time to the beat of Val's banal footfall, hums along with the whir of Val's modest, midsize sedan. The narration is loudest in the twilight…
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174350
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In a little dirt church at the end of the world stands the ikon of an unrecognized saint.
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174366
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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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“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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174321
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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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1743109
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We lived across, the street, across North Govenor, from a pretty art student whose stripper name was Jan the Blonde Bombshell.
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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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Renee said, "I have actually slept with a number of Captains of Industry and would rate them, overall, deficient in skills."
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