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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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My only celebrity anecdote involves seeing Barbara Bush in the back of the Presidential limo ...
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They rise up, a sullen, sorrowful/
army of reproach, staring,//
stone-faced but eyed with fire.
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173800
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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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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The clacking ventilator reminds me of ice cubes rattling in your highball...
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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Brazilian girls yammer
with their book bags
up against my leg.
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173732
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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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173710
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Lu peeked at his cards again. They were still jacks, and they still looked mighty nice.
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I reached for that hair and the air zagged white...
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173720
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Last night aliens invaded our dishwasher.
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173610
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[He] practiced aromatherapy and licentiousness, in no particular order.
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173611
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...the loving and very painful hurt of our daily sustenance
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1736136
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Valentine Dayso excitingit means he really loves herwhat will he bringshe waitshe comes home with a hang dogexpression on his faceher valentine was leftat the gambling table
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173652
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But I still don't have my underwear in the right place.
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San Bruno avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade.
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He’d tossed and turned all night, pondering what to do, afraid she was living alone. He’d decided to email her two words: “Love you” and signed it “Scary Sal,” as she’d always seemed so afraid of him.
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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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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17362015
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Falling Water almost fell./
12 million dollars later//
it will splay itself a little longer
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The mulch vendor is a crook but we have no choice, not with the shortage of soil. Have to guard the stuff, put alarm wires around the garden, leave a friend in charge to spot the thieves if you go away overnight. If you…
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“Me try anything,” he says, then laughs a little. “You’re fucked.”
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watch/
the second hand sweep
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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when thoughts of you
waffle in through memories scent
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The separation—the plan—had been a long time coming. After years of fighting and therapy and apologizing and, finally, silence, their marriage was about to die of exhaustion.
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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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