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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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178465
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Resting bitch face strikes again.
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178400
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We dig up conscience-tunnels, pluck the play-flower of present choice for fun, run aground, past this dimly lit, though not to be underestimated, stage, and open door upon empty door, to nothing, for the lights are a pulse flickering in the perceptual per
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178431
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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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178432
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We fold it end over end, meeting in the middle where she takes it, and I let go...
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178399
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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
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17831712
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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17831510
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Weddings, engagements etc.
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178322
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Christmas Eve arrives with a relief that the season of joy will soon be over so I can feel the pain I am denying myself. Rosie presses her face against the kitchen window, leaving ghostlike impressions of the tip of her nose and her lips on the glass tha
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178300
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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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178365
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1783109
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We lived across, the street, across North Govenor, from a pretty art student whose stripper name was Jan the Blonde Bombshell.
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178396
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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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178251
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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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17822013
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17821917
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17821715
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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178210
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Either they got married in the church dressed in their mothers’ bridal gowns, gaudy and ancient dresses with off-white lace faded from years of hanging in the attic, or they snuck down to city hall...
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178261
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In his mind, he could hear Eve’s voice, “We had some good times, didn’t we?”
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178243
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After dinner, I looked forward to taking a shower and cleansing myself of the day’s mishap. Cher had other plans.As I left the bathroom, Cher nipped me in the butt, taking my towel, skin, and blood with her. I remember writhing on the floor outside my sis
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178286
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I knew my cat was capable of telepathy when I began to have isolated, random, non-cause-related thoughts about food and feelings, little signals, and I realized that the signs — images of tangerines, tuna, bones; the idea of choice; slate, names; the feeling of…
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178264
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the first day of preschool/ my mother walked me down the street/ to a tall building that cut/ like a knife made of bricks/ right into the street,/ an american flag/ sticking straight out/ just above the door.
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178284
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When Roger was small his two favorite toys were a tiny, squat doll called Care and a rubber millipede.
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178134
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IT's like, 15 words. Do you really need a snippet?
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178165
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There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
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178100
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I blinked the darkness out of my eyes and saw the man again; I could smell his breath. Just like dad’s. I must have fallen asleep. My eyes felt so heavy. I was cold. Why was I cold?
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178144
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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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178121
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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178154
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Quail looked up at her. Unsmiling, challenging.
Lemme just go wash my hands, he said.
She closed the door, bolted it. You won’t need your hands.
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178100
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I woke up around 6 pm today. As always, mum would wake me up. I have this special bond with my bed and parting with her during my most vulnerable is anathema to my nature. Thrice mum would pull my feet and thrice I would groan hoping she would go…
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