1707 12 12
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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170785
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They are plastering on lipstick in pay-to-enter toilets
around the corner from the mosques, where old men
sit on back streets selling toilet seats, spices by the
shovel, flashlights, and Audrey Hepburn t-shirts
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170731
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I almost forgot. Her nipples taste like that syrup from a can of peaches. The kind you aren’t supposed to eat if you are 18 or older. The kind that adds baggage to the hips and I’m certainly not about to take out an insurance policy on my ass.
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170740
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“When I get like this? What about what you get like this? If you know my answer you know you look like my answer. Otherwise, how would you know my answer?”
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170700
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A group of nuns arrived in the middle of my first night at Hinsdale Hospital. I guess I must have dozed off when this odd noise, like curtains being moved, woke me up. At first I couldn't make out what that rustling sound was in the hallway outside my doo
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170742
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I imagined the crystals in my mouth.
Salt flowers blooming on my tongue.
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170684
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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1706117
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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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170685
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I didn’t question any of it and instead sat motionless as she dropped my wrists and walked away seconds later.
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1706117
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He said stuff like
‘Crikey that's a knife',” she said, “it was bad, really
really bad.”
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170600
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When he suggested to her that they make a sex tape, because that’s what everyone was doing, she wasn’t really surprised. And there was a truly repugnant part of it that fit in with her desire for moral self-flagellation.
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170620
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At first it was just holding hands and talking about Ricky's condition. Then it was leaning into each other on the sofa, Ben whispering my name into my hair, me wanting to put my hand on his thigh.
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170655
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. . . did you notice yesterday afternoon how for an entire quarter hour five o’clock itself looked for a few minutes as if it would never arrive?
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170631
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170610
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you and i exist
outside of the chaos and noise
entwined in eternal embrace
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170500
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Scribble something basic with traces of spectacular,pen every pint of pain spilled during the massacrewhittle the convoluted down to the vernacularboiled the whole story, now you got everybody crackin' upnow step back from the business like, “man, that's wack as…
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1705119
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Be careful when you choose your muse,
for she may be a siren.
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170520
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His velvet mouth, shaped perfectly to intertwine with hers, teases the space between them until its caress finds her.
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170576
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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17051310
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Fortunately, when the bird hits the sliding glass doors in our den, I know what to do.
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170533
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He was a sushi chef, and he would spend hours in their kitchen practicing his knife skills, and the speed with which he can put that there and this in that and so on; and she would see him on the floor most mornings, still wearing that dirty, tattered ban
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170510
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My only celebrity anecdote involves seeing Barbara Bush in the back of the Presidential limo ...
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17051410
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When we take Vengeance,/
shave and shower him,/
deodorize and scent him,/
clothe him in a starched shirt
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170500
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170500
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Every time Hector left his home he wondered if it was for the last time. It was Monday at 2:45, so he was standing in the bedroom near the tall mirror, staring into his dark eyes. In the past, she would lovingly help him dress with her tiny, perfect fingers. She…
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170462
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If you've ever cleaned house because a death is coming,you know it's the same as any other kind of cleaning.Wipe the tables.Pick up the floor.Sweep the crumbs under the carpet.For later.And for the ants.It's different, too.Because you're floating.On caffeine.On muffled…
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170421
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For the residents of Oak Morrow, entropy is an art form. They break their own windows and crash their cars into their living rooms. Grannies and pets can usually scoot out of the way before they’re crushed under the juggernaut of creativity.
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170452
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We lay in what we have made, minute fleshy bullets in the target we have made.
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170451
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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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170411
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You know moments like these. You know how your mother ruins them.
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