1659 7 3
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1659 1 0
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Sophie hoped that Ryan would just stay in the bathroom and never come out. Her stomach turned just thinking about him, but wealthy nerds were easier to work than wealthy regular guys. No self-esteem, no experience with women…no problem.
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1658 9 6
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A horizon shrinks a burden until it’s a seagull getting fat off vinegar fries. I’m in love with the way your mouth moves when you aren’t talking. When it fills with salt.
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watch/
the second hand sweep
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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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1658 3 2
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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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I'm sitting on the B-line toward Park, and there is a woman with the same black bob as Mad TV's Miss Swan, and she is leaning the whole front of her body against the whole pole in front of me, and even though there is plenty of space around her, she is pressed up…
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1658 6 4
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...the knives she laid out on the porch before her husband left her, washed and dried, set neatly by copper pennies.
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1658 5 3
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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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1658 12 6
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I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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Back in the Dark Ages, the Mongols invented the first hamburger pattie. They put slabs of beef under their horses' saddles and after a few miles of rough riding -- voila! a flattened piece of cow meat. They then proceeded t
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1658 5 3
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Slept on a chair last night in the Springfield, Mass., bus terminal. It was March, and a dude in shorts asked: "Yo, you smoke trees?" I said, "Sure. Who doesn't?" He said, "You buyin'?" I said, "Nope, I'm going out of the country." He smiled and said, "Alright." He started…
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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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1658 4 3
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He puts on a choir of prepositions, 142 adjectives, 317 ramifications of cotton... and 177 semicolons engorged with cabbage.
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1658 1 0
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It's difficult to remember, much less write down, the hard times you thought were unforgettable when you have a full stomach. It's hard to remember that dirty little room you rented in that house, from a Bosnian landlord, on 27th avenue and Missouri. The…
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1658 3 2
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Your grandmother has gotten old, in that way where one day you wake up, and you realize that someone you've been looking at your whole life suddenly looks different. That hands which used to gently place band-aids on scraped knees are…
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1658 7 6
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Uh oh, the dry cleaning ticket
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“Too dumb to live,” my wife said when cretins on a motorbike blasted around us nearly taking a side mirror with them.
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Hurried, hassling suit in front of me is being awful to the barista. So she refuses to serve him, turning away.
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I’m not the creative type like my friend Bosely, an Irish Setter. I’m a traditionalist. I like to eat exactly at 8:30 a.m. and 6 p.m. I take my bone with me everywhere I go. I will not carry the poop-bag.
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1657 14 13
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My art teacher hated Salvador Dali.
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1657 0 0
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"Did I have a dream, or did the dream have me?" - Rush, "Nocturne"
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1657 4 4
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death spoke in a swimming pool in late june:
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Passing us in a delicate swirl of light perfume and healthy girl sweat, three bare midriff elfin, baby dykes with pencil thin eyebrows, and chic art hair cuts, swaggered in like cool young gunfighters straight off the cover of Bad Baby Butch Vogue
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1657 9 9
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Our Irish tradition is rich in Yeats, drenched in Bushmills.
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1657 9 3
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During what's called "Children's time," one day at church Sarah slides her left foot halfway out of her tiny ballet slipper to show Davie her toenails are painted the same soft pink as the inside of her shoe. "Look," she says. "My…
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It distresses me that you will never lust after me /
the way you did for that girl /
who had her hands around your belt
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When I first arrived/footling-breeched/you two were there/ahead of me.
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