1621 7 5
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they got some heat here in the West
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16211617
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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16211012
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A cult is one thing; it defies common sense that a commonly educated person cannot escape cultist thinking and belonging. That cult, A.A., is girded by police, fire, therapy, hospitals, insurance companies, and courts.
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162120
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Last night aliens invaded our dishwasher.
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162089
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I thought the Ferris wheel was dumb. All it did was give you a high altitude view of the little Minnesota town where I had grown up.
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1620168
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Their specialty is the roasted Australian hare, long ears intact, arranged on a bed of sassafras.
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162031
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At five a family relative took my life away from me and no one cared
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162000
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Dr. van Roos reminded the group that trauma is trauma...
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162065
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There is an empty space,
between every note in rock 'n' roll,
where they have buried John Bonham,
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1620139
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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred
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162011
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The dog was there before Vera was there, so she supposed she couldn't hate it too much. It wasn't like she had to live with the thing, either, though she might as well have hosted it in her ear for the eight months it took that particular batch of neighbo
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162010
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Lu peeked at his cards again. They were still jacks, and they still looked mighty nice.
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162075
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In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God. What on Earth does that mean? What the hell? Earth, hell, heaven, they were good concepts. He took a rib out of Adam and began to write with it.
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162000
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“Monetising the mecosystem” Theobald blathered, “extend the value proposition, core competencies create cash rich commitment free conurbations…partnership models proliferate non essential services spawning new opportunity…” Peregrine tried to
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1620102
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She was about 35 or so and noticeably pregnant. She was near hysteria when she knocked on our apartment door, right across the street in L.A. from a convent. But she took one last desperate wild look at me, standing at the door. I saw the animal in her ey
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162061
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Hideki likes the uncomfortable face one makes when trying to "break wind" after eating too many dried potatoes.
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162000
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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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162086
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the swan drives a car ( window down; wing half hanging out ) …
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162000
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What's the protocol for telling people your spouse has cancer? How do you tell your son, your friends, your co-workers? How do you tell your mother? How do you tell her mother?
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162077
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They stand together in the doorway looking at the crib.
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162087
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He died in the ditch he dug.
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162020
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A large crowd of students began to gather around the base of the building that housed the administrative offices, where my hearing was being held. The meeting room was up on the second floor.
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162000
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161976
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"We all knew that the thirty-eight year old mother, with the house on the hill, was having an affair with Darren, a fifteen year old boy, but no one did anything about it. When he was sixteen the parents found out and were furious, but the police were ne
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161922
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It would be great if next door to every restaurant, there was a 24 hour dental surgery. Then you could sneak in and grab a few magazines to read if you’re unfortunate enough to be dining alone.
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16192014
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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161921
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The other night while we stood in the kitchen locked in each other's stone silence, he finally said, “You're waiting for something to get you to the other side of grief. But there's no such thing.”
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16191611
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I don't know how long I was down on the curb. When I came around it took several minutes to realize that it wasn't the moon overhead at all but a street light and the sticky feeling stuff I was lying in was, yeah, my blood. And the hand on my shoulder wasn't hers. I…
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161900
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“We all come out from Gogol's 'Overcoat'," said Dostoevsky. Well, sometimes, I think otherwise.
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161998
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I think I remember now why people write poetry.
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