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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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178220
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He slumped forward, drooling into his lap.
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178133
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Everyone was shocked when they heard Tinkerbelle was six days gone and had got so heavy she couldn't fly. Who could have done it, everyone asked, but Tinkerbelle wasn't telling. So no one knew. That isn't true. I knew, and in this Declaration I swear I will tell…
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178153
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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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178133
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He was a sushi chef, and he would spend hours in their kitchen practicing his knife skills, and the speed with which he can put that there and this in that and so on; and she would see him on the floor most mornings, still wearing that dirty, tattered ban
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178100
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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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178180
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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178167
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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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1781167
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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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178131
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178152
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Elvis awoke in a cold, dank sweat, hungover from bourbon and bad dreams.
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178022
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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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1780103
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Kitchen.
sandwich.
wife.
daughter.
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178076
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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178053
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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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178062
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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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17801811
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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178000
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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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178089
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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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178000
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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178000
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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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1779136
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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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17791210
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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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17792011
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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177920
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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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177966
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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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177995
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Uzma accepts my invitation for dinner.
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177900
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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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177900
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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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