1789 8 9
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Throw them up there but try to make it look tidy. Try to become a little bit paranoid, just enough that you slightly overestimate how much they think of you at all.
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178985
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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178911
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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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1788169
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If love could only by heat be bound
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178832
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They could have heard a pin drop in the car for the rest of the ride to her house, where she looked at him one last time and found nothing admirable, nothing memorable about him.
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178800
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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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178832
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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178800
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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"
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178831
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178722
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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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178798
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I think I remember now why people write poetry.
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178766
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What she didn't tell me was that her brother Carl got fried during an electrical storm.
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178700
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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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178720
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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17871312
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1787107
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Look at her. She doesn't want to be here. The kiss and “wouldn't miss it for the world” was as empty as her crossed arms, crossed legs, and jittery foot were loaded. She attacked the foam of her latte with a tiny red straw. I wanted to scream. Complain about the…
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178780
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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1787167
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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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178764
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It was a lover’s dark. They had been talking for hours when daylight lost interest and had gone elsewhere for sport.
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178643
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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178653
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My sweet baby angel has baby hair Baby angel has a golden cross lit looking at the crystal pig and kind mare The drowning unicorn comes from the waves in fits. My sweet baby angel has baby talkBaby angel has a diamond shape scarburied heart shaped…
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178600
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The museum’s catalog description changed much less than the painting over those years. He wasn’t curator-in-chief of catalog descriptions, however, that task went to a curator arriving by another door.
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17861811
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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178600
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"I think you're a great candidate for a sentinel node biopsy," said Dr. Kartes.
They sat in the small, dark office. On the sofa, not touching. She still wouldn't take his hand.
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178600
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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178652
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Elvis awoke in a cold, dank sweat, hungover from bourbon and bad dreams.
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178610
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You're stupid drunk. And not feeling so good. You know you should stop doing this. But what else is there to do, especially since your brother went in? And now Roberto's gone to pick up his lady and left you alone, empty. Couldn't even drive you home. You don't…
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178555
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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178521
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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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1785168
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Their specialty is the roasted Australian hare, long ears intact, arranged on a bed of sassafras.
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