1713 9 9
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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171342
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I imagined the crystals in my mouth.
Salt flowers blooming on my tongue.
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171310
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you and i exist
outside of the chaos and noise
entwined in eternal embrace
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171200
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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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171222
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We have a responsibility,” she says, “to enrich our local business community while delivering quality products to customers.” She had brought over some application forms for the Better Business Bureau, and we sit at the big table and fill them out, marki
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1712117
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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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171255
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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171210
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My only celebrity anecdote involves seeing Barbara Bush in the back of the Presidential limo ...
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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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171255
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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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171200
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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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1711185
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The day you came home, after three extended tours in Afghanistan, I wanted to welcome you at the bus station, but I was afraid you'd attach yourself to me again.
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171121
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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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171121
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Phil doesn’t know anything. He thinks his truck is possessed by his dead mother.
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171184
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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171166
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War The once shining lake was busy draining itself. All the better cared for boats were looking like disjointed discarded single shoes in a messed up paint chipped closet. No one was thinking well okay a leaky sole is better than a wounded heel. You get the…
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171185
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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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171177
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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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1711184
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Why is the sky grey he asked meI don't know, I saysudden flashes of light snowbloat the cloudssea gulls are squawkingexpect them to peck at my headI have nothing to feed them
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171120
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‘Just get out of bed,’ I reply. ‘It looks like the fairies have been at your head. You should turn your clothes inside out. Put out a biscuit. Ring a bell. Buy a rooster; or a recording of it crowing. It will keep the sprites at bay.
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171154
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He reveled in the chase, giddy when just out of arm’s reach. When to catch him, that was the question.
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171186
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Get something cheap and light at Target. Trash hell out of it. Encourage baby to urp up in it.
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171011
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You know moments like these. You know how your mother ruins them.
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171020
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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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171076
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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171021
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He called me one Friday when I was a kid and told me he wanted to go trout fishing. He had dreamt that I was a worm or a fly -- he couldn't remember which -- but he was sure I would bring good luck to the stream. The next morning, before grandma awoke, I
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1710115
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when thoughts of you
waffle in through memories scent
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171000
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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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1710107
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I threw my hand / at the gearshift/
the car glided off.
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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