1616 9 9
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Requires one of those leaps.
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161611
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No, I’m not at the junior high bus stop. I’m at the dining room table with my parents.
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161611
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Only ever been twelve men on the moon. And one cheese.
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161641
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Hers or mine?
You figure it out, jackass.
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1616155
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I made myself tiny as I could, imagining I was Houdini shackled underwater, holding my nose and practicing my escape...
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16161513
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San Bruno avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade.
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161600
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Back when they were younger, David was always gushing about every little thing in his head, and his openness appealed to her as much as his muscular frame did. But after that year they spent apart, he was always ... smiling. Smiling and vague.
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1616136
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I travel over your body with small feet,
reach your heart.
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161621
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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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161576
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Scavenge at that address only if you feel possessed of great courage, a profound faith in resurrection or reincarnation, or an impatient desire for a premature date with certain death.
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161574
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Truman sits in his car on an early Tuesday morning. He rolls down both front windows down, but despite the infusion of fresh air, the car still smells of stale meat and sickness.
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161544
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And you lean forward and all of that caffeine anxiety rises up in your throat, the pressure in your jaw, a series of weights and pulleys on your teeth and at the back of your mouth. So when you open your mouth to talk, no sound is made, only the sound of
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161531
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The world—the natural world—was terrible and beautiful in wartime. The leaves shuddered off trees. The pockmarked fields. The fallen brick chimneys. The way the birds heaved together in enormous flocks like rescue missions and then just as…
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16151312
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Grey would rather be in the trees or down by the river. When a wind comes up, he grabs the wooly blanket from the hook in the barn and calls Phoebe. They stretch the blanket out between them and sail into the grassy meadow that slopes down the hill from t
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161530
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“Listen, Mother – you’re my ticket out of this burg and I’m not about to cash it in!”
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161532
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I have committed to nothing. Therefore I have committed to something. The first sentence is now moot, and this story will eat itself.
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161551
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I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.
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161522
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I sat there, observing the city people. Frowns upon all our faces. The rain moistened my heart and journal. A blind family; a trio. They used their wands to lead the way.Their faces read joy but, most importantly, satisfaction.My envy filled the damp page.
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161510
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"I always disliked such display of religious fervor. I dislike religious fervor. Period."
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161552
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Yesterday morning I sank to the depths of hell and barely crawled out in time. There is no answer except possibly death that will find me relief from his distant presence. I am free but yet I am not and I slowly sink into a hollow world where nothing hurt
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161543
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Still no rain. Eight months, says Hollister. More like nine, says James Earl. We stand in Hollister’s high meadow, what’s left of it.
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161521
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On a hot summer day in downtown San Francisco, a flasher gets more than he bargains for when the woman he flashed at a coffeehouse pulls out a gun.
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161586
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161565
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161593
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There is only one other person in the pool, in the adjacent lane. I stop to adjust my goggles and notice his waterproof ear buds.
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161566
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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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1615106
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Rarely is Quay Street so clean,
Monday in rain,
Neactain’s ticking over with
Slow jazz and crosswords,
Stout and steaming anoraks.
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1614168
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Her clothing style varies from grunge to glamor and . . . she always looks good.
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161400
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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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161466
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Age Eight: Custody battle. Reassure your worried mother that it’s alright, this will give you something interesting to tell your children one day. Until now, life has been very vanilla.
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