1781 16 7
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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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1781 2 0
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He slumped forward, drooling into his lap.
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1780 16 9
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If love could only by heat be bound
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1780 5 3
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The Black Thing spread over the room, eating away his mother's face as well as the doctors and nurses who dashed in a frenzy around him until they too were swallowed in the black singing cloud.
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1780 6 2
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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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1780 0 0
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Astrid hadn't always hated him.
They met at the Beta house in the fall of his junior year. Typical Friday night. Stoned, drinking beer. He and Red Chapman sitting in their room playing guitars. The girls in their blues jeans. The guys from the house hi
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1780 6 7
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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1780 0 0
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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1779 2 2
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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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1779 20 11
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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1779 3 2
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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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1779 0 0
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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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1779 18 11
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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1779 0 0
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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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1779 13 12
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1779 4 0
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“When I get like this? What about what you get like this? If you know my answer you know you look like my answer. Otherwise, how would you know my answer?”
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1779 0 0
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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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1779 6 4
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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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1779 1 0
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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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1779 5 3
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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1778 3 2
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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1778 5 5
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The white faces of the train look up in an attempt to satisfy presumption, smoothing out any interest into glassy eyed gestures toward looking but lacking the very important quality of sight.
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1778 10 3
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Kitchen.
sandwich.
wife.
daughter.
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1778 3 1
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She'd no doubt catch the guy's eye in the act, flash her smile and laugh in his face as an insult or invitation, depending on how she wanted things to go.
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1778 12 10
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Lucy looked up, smiled and said mine had a head that looked like a mushroom. I suppose she was right. We were sitting on the floor drawing naked bodies for our anatomy lesson and teasing each other about our lack of drawing talent. We were new friends, having met when…
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1778 13 9
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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred
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1778 2 0
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His velvet mouth, shaped perfectly to intertwine with hers, teases the space between them until its caress finds her.
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1778 5 2
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But I still don't have my underwear in the right place.
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1778 5 3
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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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1778 9 5
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Uzma accepts my invitation for dinner.
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