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My wife is making lunch. I suggest leftover pizza. We are going over to the neighbor’s house for pizza tonight, my wife says. I tell her that’s okay. I like pizza.
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“Me try anything,” he says, then laughs a little. “You’re fucked.”
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Her mouth was sour; her forehead was still damp with perspiration. She leaned against the bathroom wall and noted her complexion had gone pale. She wanted to slide down the wall and rest until she felt steadier, but…
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175184
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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175143
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Still no rain. Eight months, says Hollister. More like nine, says James Earl. We stand in Hollister’s high meadow, what’s left of it.
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17511712
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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175195
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Uzma accepts my invitation for dinner.
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175121
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My music teacher, Luigi Biagi, told me that he was done with me. He said it was time I moved on to more specialized teachers. Since my passion was composing and arranging, he recommended Al Fine.
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175055
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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175033
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The next thing we knew, the KGB started tailing us everywhere we went. They must have heard about Lenin’s Paintings, was all we could figure. Because, what if they were real?
That night we went out to a pizza place where we saw the worst graffiti in t
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...dogs snapping at the brush as it spins this way, that way, eluding the slavering jaws by a hairs breadth. The fox twists and rolls, tries every trick, every last desperate one.
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175021
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Phil doesn’t know anything. He thinks his truck is possessed by his dead mother.
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Let’s play a game. I’m thinking of a word.
Do we have to?
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175020
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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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175010
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Lu peeked at his cards again. They were still jacks, and they still looked mighty nice.
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175000
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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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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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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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175000
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Everyone else in the bar was looking everywhere else: it was as though they were alone while Journey played loudly all around. “Streetlights, people,” she sang. Time didn't move. What she must be like while driving, singing to herself with the windows fog
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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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The man and the lady loved to laugh. She would tuck her hair back and lay her head on his stomach after dinner while watching old scary movies on Thursday nights. She would listen to his stomach digest the food and laugh then, he would laugh and…
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Only scotch and cheap champagne/
retain their reliable flavors.
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Smoking is like hooking up with an ex-girlfriend: you know she's bad for you and that it won't work out, but it feels so familiar and comfortable and so easy to slide back into.
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1750167
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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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Two cars smashed together, the sky started to look like a foot infected with gout...
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174951
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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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174996
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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She'd no doubt catch the guy's eye in the act, flash her smile and laugh in his face as an insult or invitation, depending on how she wanted things to go.
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