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I remember meeting you many years later.
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157221
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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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157284
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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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157298
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. . . catching her breath somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. . .
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Johan was telling stories about the occupation. The Germans were stupid, he said.
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157120
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I was thinking everything was OK, until one day I woke up and realized that I was living on an entirely different planet, and you seemed like a complete stranger to me. I was feeling so ashamed of these feelings, that I couldn't even tell you about them. I couldn't…
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157165
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52. they hate the word hate
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he thought of her / longingly
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157183
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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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157122
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Joaquin Phoenix has inspired me to quit writing and purse my true lifelong passion.
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157154
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He reveled in the chase, giddy when just out of arm’s reach. When to catch him, that was the question.
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1571125
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Can’t you do anything right?
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157132
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The most beautiful possible thing is to deprive all places of their meanings.
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157152
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Elvis awoke in a cold, dank sweat, hungover from bourbon and bad dreams.
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157034
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IT's like, 15 words. Do you really need a snippet?
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1570108
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When I stumbled upon evidence that the man I'd loved and trusted for 20 years had a secret girlfriend for the past 10 of those years, he tried to deny it.“We never had sex!” he told me. And I believed him. For about two minutes.“You never…
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157097
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Give me back my / singularity, my tristesse, my photo ID.
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He didn't hide it. He told her he was a mortician when he called. He had responded to her ad in the Lonely Hearts section of the newspaper.
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15702313
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I am abandoned to the mundane/
calculations of a small mind/
trapped by small considerations
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157084
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I awake one morning to find that still,
the leaves continue to fall.
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157074
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157031
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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156932
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Chills begin on my hand where his cool lips meet my skin and ripple through me. I try to focus on the road and cock my eyebrow. “Not bad for a 15-year-old.”
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156912
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Harold’s a thinker, authors their plans. Last week he swiped six encrusted cans of Stroh’s from a faded cooler in his dad’s garage. He and LS guzzled each one in a chigger-weed patch behind the school gym, slurping and thumbing a stack of purloined
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156900
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I found him dead underneath a sycamore tree. I knew it was a sycamore tree because of all the acorns surrounding the body.
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156900
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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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156975
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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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156997
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God's real name is Frank, and he stops by all the time. He tries to dump that cheap Xmas candy on us.
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