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He slumped forward, drooling into his lap.
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178221
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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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178233
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The next thing we knew, the KGB started tailing us everywhere we went. They must have heard about Lenin’s Paintings, was all we could figure. Because, what if they were real?
That night we went out to a pizza place where we saw the worst graffiti in t
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178233
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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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The fish would need a name, but she didn’t know how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Did fish have penises?
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178211
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Paul had come to Hawaii, like many young haoles from the mainland, to party. Partying proved to be lucrative for him. By early October 1982 he had done well for himself in Hawaii, living in a country house with sprawling lawns that held back the jungle foliage…
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178266
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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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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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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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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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178200
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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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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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178210
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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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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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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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178176
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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178189
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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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178180
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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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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178100
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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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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1780136
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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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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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1780103
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Kitchen.
sandwich.
wife.
daughter.
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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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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred
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