1810 14 10
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Oh to be young and vigorous.
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18092011
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The suite of dark rooms/
extends forever./
It’s no big deal.
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1809148
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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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180952
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But I still don't have my underwear in the right place.
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18092010
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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180900
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The sound of drums blared from down the street. Car horns tried to fight the sound. Mayumi and Keiko saw the size of the crowd walking past them increase.
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180910
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Lu peeked at his cards again. They were still jacks, and they still looked mighty nice.
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18091811
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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1809123
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180876
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Clear as my conscience may be, you still haunt me as the brown settles to black
sit there and recommence as if nothing had ever happened, your hands conducting the orchestra of your purity.
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180832
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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180822
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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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180821
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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18081414
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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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180800
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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"
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180720
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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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180774
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180710
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I took my first shower away from home as if it were a ritual cleansing. It felt especially good, even exciting to be taking a shower in the bathroom of another woman. Why was that? Maybe because it didn't have marble around the bathtub, and it wasn't e
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1807184
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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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180721
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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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180780
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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18072714
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At some point, my lottery number/
was in the mid 300s. I was safe/
for whatever reason. No need/
to burn my draft card.
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180644
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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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1806209
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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180643
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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180600
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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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1806107
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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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180600
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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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180600
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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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