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and the smiles light the way
when the wind blows the darkness
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18391617
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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183965
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“Hey honey. How are you?” The man sat down in the office chair, his cell phone pressed against his ear. Light peeked beneath the closed door from the main area of…
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183910
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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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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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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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watch/
the second hand sweep
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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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Kitchen.
sandwich.
wife.
daughter.
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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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183821
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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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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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183800
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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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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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18372010
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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183720
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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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183766
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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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183765
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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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183722
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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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It's because poetry would not do
because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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183796
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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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183764
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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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183621
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But Von Rotten was up in Penny’s room right this minute, either banging her or haranguing her, or worse, both. I envisioned him with her, and my guts began twisting and turning, and my insides fell into my shoes. What had I done? She was being held capt
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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