1826 8 4
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Her purse still hangs on the knob by the door, and seeing it is all that keeps Josh from freaking out because he knows she can’t go too far or too long without her purse.
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182532
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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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182500
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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182510
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She was now sitting in her bathtub. The warmth of the water made her pale, rich vanilla skin flushed with the fullness of circulation as her pores continued to allow the passage of her toxins from her system.
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182555
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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182522
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"Honey," I called out to my wife. "Why do we have Spam in the closet?"
"You mean unsolicited bulk messages sent electronically?"
"No--the canned, precooked meat product made by the Hormel Corporation."
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1825103
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Often I eat lunch at the hospital. The cafeteria may be the best place to eat in town.
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182455
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Train 664 leaves Thirtieth Street Station bound for New York City at 10:55. Concurrently, Train 663 leaves the station, headed for Harrisburg. Both trains are, confusingly, called The Keystone.If Mark and I have tickets for Train 664 because we plan to…
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182462
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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182420
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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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18241311
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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182432
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He lit another reed - a new score orchestrating in his head - his thoughts swirling around the older man; there was something else going on here…
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182476
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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1824188
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1824106
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I had a meeting with the editor of a well-known magazine. She said, “I think your paradigm got stuck up your monomyth.” “Oh dear. Is that bad?” “Bad? You want to be a writer, don't you?” “Well, I did. I'm not so sure now.…
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1824138
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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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182477
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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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1824117
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War came home tonight. We weep and hug, while he stares over our shoulders, like the statue we'll make of him. We pour a drink for his shaky hands, wheel him past his friends the dead, and lie to each other about other, far off places as if we knew.
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182400
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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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1824137
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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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182466
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No one writes epics anymore. Why? Perhaps it's because we no longer share mythologies. Once there was a shepherd, and now there is a Google bus loaded with pricks. Yes, you say, but they are good at math. Each and every one of them. And this is true. I envy them…
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182474
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182467
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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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182400
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Would a chickenshit leave her like I did yesterday?
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182496
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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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182411
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The elevator door opened, and Tom ("The Baffler") Frank found himself confronted by Jesu bar Joseph, who opined: "You're WORTHLESS!" and recommended: "Why dontcha PULL your PANTS down, and CUT your COCK off!"
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182423
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But the boy next door is worse than a dweeb; he's a prima donna and a bully and a little shit to boot. The divorce will only make him more.
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182410
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I know this is going to sound crazy, possibly because it is crazy, but still, please hear me out. I'm a relatively sane person. Sane as any of you, or I was. Just, what I'm saying is that anything that happened to me could happen to you, and you might do the same things I…
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182476
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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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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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