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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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175196
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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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1751167
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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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175055
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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175022
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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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175021
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‘Miguel! A pint of Guinness, please!'
I might as well have asked for his mother's immortal soul. A smile as benign as a stiletto. But he served a clean and tidy pint.
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175074
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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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1750184
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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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175010
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My only celebrity anecdote involves seeing Barbara Bush in the back of the Presidential limo ...
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175064
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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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175084
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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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17491813
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Taken by agents of the United States of America, Felix Six-Killer grows up at the Carlisle Indian School near Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. His hair is cut and oiled. His shirts are starched and creased. For months he is startled to find himself seated for…
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174946
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Two cars smashed together, the sky started to look like a foot infected with gout...
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174982
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Entering that darkroom is like slipping through the barrel of a rifle.
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174996
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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174942
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There were three other guys on the bus. The landlord (or buslord) let us use the kitchen and bathroom in the house he shared with his wife. I rode into San José City College with the other guys, who were also taking classes there. I remember frigid autum
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174985
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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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174910
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Leda looks back over her shoulder at us as the swan
grips her from behind while at the same time nipping at
the nape of her neck. She's a freckled child and
a little frightened. There's a dark smudge beneath her eye
where the shadow runs. The swan
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1749102
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She was about 35 or so and noticeably pregnant. She was near hysteria when she knocked on our apartment door, right across the street in L.A. from a convent. But she took one last desperate wild look at me, standing at the door. I saw the animal in her ey
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174961
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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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174985
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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174942
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I imagined the crystals in my mouth.
Salt flowers blooming on my tongue.
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174896
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A horizon shrinks a burden until it’s a seagull getting fat off vinegar fries. I’m in love with the way your mouth moves when you aren’t talking. When it fills with salt.
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174811
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...the loving and very painful hurt of our daily sustenance
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17482011
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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174865
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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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174832
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Jesus was a cancer survivor and possibly a super nova.He ran with the Wolves of night time, with the women of the paleolithic era and hunted for meat when the blood didn't drip to their feet and create veritable red shoes like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.I am no longer in…
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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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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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