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We got our holes in our hearts bundled onto soft wrapping cloth just like the gentleman on TV said; with smiles we set out towards our matching end of the same old stories. That's just the way…
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179289
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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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179221
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[CAUTION: "DISINTEGRATION OF THE FUNCTIONING PSYCHE," IS, APPARENTLY, A "DEEPLY PERSONAL" EXPERIENCE!"]
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179210
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I know this is going to sound crazy, possibly because it is crazy, but still, please hear me out. I'm a relatively sane person. Sane as any of you, or I was. Just, what I'm saying is that anything that happened to me could happen to you, and you might do the same things I…
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179264
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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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179198
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I think I remember now why people write poetry.
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179111
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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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179185
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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179121
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I knew nothing about the letter at first. When I came in that morning and smiled and said good morning, it was a genuine smile and a heartfelt good morning. But the letter, which had arrived the previous afternoon, was already doing its corrosive work of
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1791107
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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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179100
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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"
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179000
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...dogs snapping at the brush as it spins this way, that way, eluding the slavering jaws by a hairs breadth. The fox twists and rolls, tries every trick, every last desperate one.
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179043
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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178933
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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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1789169
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If love could only by heat be bound
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17892011
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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178932
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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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178900
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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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178900
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Everyone else in the bar was looking everywhere else: it was as though they were alone while Journey played loudly all around. “Streetlights, people,” she sang. Time didn't move. What she must be like while driving, singing to herself with the windows fog
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178920
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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178980
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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178900
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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17891511
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In the Ardennes for the the first time...
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178911
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She seems to be demanding someone donate to her a beard. No one has gone any further with this, and the electricity of her song about beards, listing, growing more undulant, crescendos.
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178953
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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17891410
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Oh to be young and vigorous.
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1788168
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Their specialty is the roasted Australian hare, long ears intact, arranged on a bed of sassafras.
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1788103
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Kitchen.
sandwich.
wife.
daughter.
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