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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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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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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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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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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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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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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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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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Normally I would have never drank such a wine, but it was late on a Friday evening and the bottle was on the house...
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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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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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He leans in close then, close enough that when he speaks, his words tiptoe out and tuck me in.
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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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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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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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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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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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Would a chickenshit leave her like I did yesterday?
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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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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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It sometimes happens a student remains a friend long after you both have abandon academe.
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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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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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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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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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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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I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.
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