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Johan was telling stories about the occupation. The Germans were stupid, he said.
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157977
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157900
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"... Sometimes I think I'm so close to knowing what it's all about, to knowing myself, and then sometimes everything seems so hopeless, as if I haven't learned a thing."
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1579147
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Sex is a sad reason to be alone with someone.
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157900
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I found him dead underneath a sycamore tree. I knew it was a sycamore tree because of all the acorns surrounding the body.
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157972
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The ice in my drink provides ample cooling. The brew strength of my tea is just such that it combines in a pleasing fashion with the melting ice. My mind is clear and my belly absent hunger. I am completely sated from any physical desire at this very mome
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157965
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52. they hate the word hate
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157983
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At the third or fourth discotheque I drink so much I accidentally find myself happy.
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1579119
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"Jesus was a zombie?" I ask, shocked.
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157920
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...to know something people around you don’t know can put you outside of them. And then you can’t get back in...
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157921
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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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157954
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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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1579125
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Can’t you do anything right?
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157932
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The most beautiful possible thing is to deprive all places of their meanings.
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157832
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One night he woke up with Underdog laying next to him, breathing softly. He marveled at how fiction could make reality so much better.
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157896
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Can I still be in your pictures?
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157800
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Solomon just makes people leak. Literally.
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157897
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I remember meeting you many years later.
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157898
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You were always goingto connect the dots. I was always goingto overfill a bucketwith poems. You wouldeventually drive off wavingyour hand like astar on a spring. I'dshoulder up another notebookfor the walk. Myhand would rather holda pencil. Yours wouldaccept a kiss…
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157843
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He puts on a choir of prepositions, 142 adjectives, 317 ramifications of cotton... and 177 semicolons engorged with cabbage.
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15781512
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I took Annie to the zoo, and the tigers got out. The little tigers, that is. Cubs. Two of them. The zoo employees scurried about, peeking into nooks and crannies.
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157831
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Dark hung over the night like an occupation force. Across the street a Cuban diner fought it off with green and yellow neon lights, Latin rhythm beating through the air.
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157712
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Harold’s a thinker, authors their plans. Last week he swiped six encrusted cans of Stroh’s from a faded cooler in his dad’s garage. He and LS guzzled each one in a chigger-weed patch behind the school gym, slurping and thumbing a stack of purloined
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157787
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Tender veterinarian, even if you weren't so tall, or your eyes so warm, or your fingers so long, or if you didn't bend over my sick cat with such astounding grace, or shoot those quick, intense glances at me, I'd have woven dreams while in your uncommon presence. Vulnerable…
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He didn't hide it. He told her he was a mortician when he called. He had responded to her ad in the Lonely Hearts section of the newspaper.
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157733
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“What is the sickness that you have?” Colin behind the glass wondered.
“Too much world,” said Anise Fish.
“We have that in common.”
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157762
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"What the fuck are you looking at, Carl?" She snaps, turning her head toward me as the truck edges off the road and into a field of tobacco, into those broad green leaves of ancient sacristy and modern ablution. This is not a blissful kind of field. It is not full…
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157743
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Somewhere in her the name triggers/
a grainy chain of Cheech & Chong
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157797
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God's real name is Frank, and he stops by all the time. He tries to dump that cheap Xmas candy on us.
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