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We need to keep writing
because the great ones
aren’t always that great
We need to keep writing
to insure that the future
even has a future
We need to keep writing
because the wind won’t know how
or when to listen if we don’t
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180311
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I don’t personally know any models—let alone any supermodels—at this point in my life but some years back my father, who was working for the Woolite Corporation, was in charge of hiring models for them.
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180342
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Renee said, "I have actually slept with a number of Captains of Industry and would rate them, overall, deficient in skills."
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180222
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I built the fence myself, strong and high and aesthetically pleasing. It was high enough to provide privacy on both sides, but from my bedroom balcony I could see everything. More than I wanted to see.
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180220
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There's this sepia-toned photograph, which my mother gave me, of my brother and me when we were still both youngsters. In the picture my brother's dressed in a skimpy checked suit whose sleeves were already too short for him — on its way to becoming my
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18022011
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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1802147
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180224
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We got our holes in our hearts bundled onto soft wrapping cloth just like the gentleman on TV said; with smiles we set out towards our matching end of the same old stories. That's just the way…
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1802184
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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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180210
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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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1802123
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180200
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Do I feel good about any of that? Not really. But I seem to find myself asking over and over again, why should I care? That's something that's never happened before. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I kind of liked it.
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180122
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I remember thinking the seasons are arriving later every year,
as if the world has been slowed by the weight of graves.
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180112
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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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1801103
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Kitchen.
sandwich.
wife.
daughter.
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180171
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I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that
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180121
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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180121
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I knew nothing about the letter at first. When I came in that morning and smiled and said good morning, it was a genuine smile and a heartfelt good morning. But the letter, which had arrived the previous afternoon, was already doing its corrosive work of
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180100
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We crept to the edge of the cliff and stared down at Lake Travis. In this alcove, out of the churn of the speedboats and pleasure craft, the water shimmered, impossibly blue.
“Didn’t you used to jump off here back when you were getting high?” Ryan said
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18011511
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In the Ardennes for the the first time...
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180044
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The last of your tenuous septum dissolves when you press the nozzle of the neti pot against it.
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180032
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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1800109
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18001210
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Lucy looked up, smiled and said mine had a head that looked like a mushroom. I suppose she was right. We were sitting on the floor drawing naked bodies for our anatomy lesson and teasing each other about our lack of drawing talent. We were new friends, having met when…
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1800127
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The fish would need a name, but she didn’t know how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Did fish have penises?
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180020
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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180021
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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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180000
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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"
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180042
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I imagined the crystals in my mouth.
Salt flowers blooming on my tongue.
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180053
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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