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She burst
Into the glass shop
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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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I told him he was just paying for his sins. He gave me a look. "Why me?" he asked.
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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183666
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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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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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18352010
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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183522
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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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183585
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I'll never be a Republican Megadonor or a Doomed Aviatrix. But I'm okay with that.
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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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183500
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Dr. van Roos reminded the group that trauma is trauma...
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183576
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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183510
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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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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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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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and the smiles light the way
when the wind blows the darkness
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So begins your new career in the car service business. In some ways you enjoy it, too. Sitting alone in the cab each day, totally your own boss; you get a surge of excitement inside thinking about the money you'll make in a way that requires so little work. Clearing two…
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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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My father was dating already. Her name was Shelly. She had a man-like body, buck teeth and red hair, a big forehead. I don't know what bog she climbed out of. She wanted to fill in for my mother, but I locked her out of my room. I just wanted to be sad and hold…
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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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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This is the parallel room I keep my heart in. Got a solo fireplace. I don't want to invite anything else into the story. It doesn't matter if no one knocks on the door ever again. I'm too shy to hope for much more than a couple of Interesting shadows…
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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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You should have
marked that territory like a conquistador,
mounted him like an equestrian, left no
what-ifs in your wake.
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