1773 9 4
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Not many people like Geminis.
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177380
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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177367
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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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177353
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Smoking is like hooking up with an ex-girlfriend: you know she's bad for you and that it won't work out, but it feels so familiar and comfortable and so easy to slide back into.
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177300
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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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177353
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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1772119
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My wife is making lunch. I suggest leftover pizza. We are going over to the neighbor’s house for pizza tonight, my wife says. I tell her that’s okay. I like pizza.
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177232
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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177243
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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17721513
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San Bruno avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade.
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177200
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When he suggested to her that they make a sex tape, because that’s what everyone was doing, she wasn’t really surprised. And there was a truly repugnant part of it that fit in with her desire for moral self-flagellation.
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177275
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The man and the lady loved to laugh. She would tuck her hair back and lay her head on his stomach after dinner while watching old scary movies on Thursday nights. She would listen to his stomach digest the food and laugh then, he would laugh and…
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17721414
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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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177221
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In the dream Yesler rolled, a broad avenue made of fine yellow dust, from Third down toward Second, and I made my way in the silence and bright morning air. To my left on the corner of Second stood the old Mocambo cafe and lounge, home to drag…
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17722015
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Falling Water almost fell./
12 million dollars later//
it will splay itself a little longer
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177297
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They rise up, a sullen, sorrowful/
army of reproach, staring,//
stone-faced but eyed with fire.
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177200
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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1772136
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The clacking ventilator reminds me of ice cubes rattling in your highball...
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177264
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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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177210
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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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177155
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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17711813
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Taken by agents of the United States of America, Felix Six-Killer grows up at the Carlisle Indian School near Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. His hair is cut and oiled. His shirts are starched and creased. For months he is startled to find himself seated for…
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177100
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When you have lived with pain so long, you grow old and the old man inside of you takes over. That’s just the way it is.
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1771136
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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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177152
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But I still don't have my underwear in the right place.
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177131
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He wiped it with a damp cloth. He set it in a glazed clay pot next to the sofa and admired its scrawny handsomeness.
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17711811
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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177189
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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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177121
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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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177157
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My grandmother didn't like fireworks much. She said they reminded her of the raids during the war, when everybody stayed in the tube tunnels at night, going in buckets and curling up on the tracks.
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