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172921
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Five o’clock, and Madame choosing her evening legs. Elizabeth assisting. Elizabeth will continue to assist until midnight, despite the chaos, at which point the authorities will tell her such assistance is no longer necessary.
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172987
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the steady, persistent work of beauty
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172911
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I concluded that Parisian sexuality must be partially indebted to the cricket or grasshopper. The entrance to their flat was a wood door scarred by scriptures common to places frequented by people who have not yet made their mark on the world.
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17282011
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The suite of dark rooms/
extends forever./
It’s no big deal.
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172821
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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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172896
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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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172832
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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172811
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...the loving and very painful hurt of our daily sustenance
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1728105
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Brazilian girls yammer
with their book bags
up against my leg.
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1728109
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Strike me down hard, bolt of pure blue, laser focus square, blast of hydrogen nuclear, knock me on the keister, blind me down, oh Lordy Lord Lord.
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172800
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Not long ago, Owen the Second showed her a skull. He kept it in a brown cardboard box in the top of the closet. "My first wife," he said, and sneered, his lip bunching up around a scar just under his nose.
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172864
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You're thinking I don't have a conscience, right? I'm asking you.
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17282015
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Falling Water almost fell./
12 million dollars later//
it will splay itself a little longer
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172800
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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17274520
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This is a lady who never got a break.
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1727102
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I had no portent this would occur, /
Ne'er did I see this happening, /
Not days before, nor those coming;
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172798
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I think I remember now why people write poetry.
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172710
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Lu peeked at his cards again. They were still jacks, and they still looked mighty nice.
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172710
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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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172721
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The chipping sound started around the time Susannah reached puberty. Not all at once, it was just now and then at first.“What's that noise?” she'd say, and everyone would cock their heads to listen. Her mother eventually took her to the doctor. He said it…
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1727115
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when thoughts of you
waffle in through memories scent
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17271414
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A wrinkled man lie atop an ivory-clad mattress, matched sheets covered his body, matched hair covered his head.
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172761
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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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172733
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Nearly everyone knows of that celebrated poet’s story coming down to us from classical Greek mythology: the tragic tale of Orpheus and his descent into the underworld to rescue his beloved Eurydice. Well, there’s a much lesser known story of a legendary 7
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172711
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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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172689
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I thought the Ferris wheel was dumb. All it did was give you a high altitude view of the little Minnesota town where I had grown up.
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17261311
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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1726139
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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred
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172632
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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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