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hoping for a happy outcome/
like a kindly voice on the line
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169987
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1699106
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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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169865
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You may think you've tasted envy, but yours was just a sour sip of wine at a civilized wine-tasting. Mine is bottom-shelf, well-brand gin in a biker bar with miss-the-urinal piss stains on the floor.
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169833
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Her whole life was lived between high tide and low tide, moments of giggling grandeur and moments of sheer emptiness.
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1698127
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The fish would need a name, but she didn’t know how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Did fish have penises?
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169855
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What does she have / that I don’t have / that I can’t buy / for myself?
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169832
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All I wanted was to love her.
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1698136
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I travel over your body with small feet,
reach your heart.
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169811
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so I tighten hands with my castaway and say/you failed to impress in your folded peacock dress
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1698117
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On his knees
he divinates diverging lines
with belly laughs he levitates
the rebel spheres into geodes .
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169867
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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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169823
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BABY MOUSE She and the baby squeeze into the neon blue star-studded rocket ship in front of K-Mart, a tight fit because the baby's still inside her and the ship is made for under ten year olds and the steering wheel dents her stomach and the baby backs up and…
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169865
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169810
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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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1698114
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My spooky cat got out again. Under the deck she ran. Out came the hose that chased her about. Fur spiked, tail pointing, yowling, she hissed at me, and back in the house she pranced. It's been two days now. She slithers out for food after…
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169876
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Uh oh, the dry cleaning ticket
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169867
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I start with a morsel of truth, then hide it with lies...
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16972010
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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1697168
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Her clothing style varies from grunge to glamor and . . . she always looks good.
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169730
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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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169700
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He took off his sombrero and playfully placed it on my head. “And really, don’t be upset. You’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with loving your cat.”
He was right, there is nothing wrong with loving your cat. But there is something wrong with owning a di
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169700
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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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16971415
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The place is buzzing with little women, all clad in black smocks.
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1697167
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1697106
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Blending in at a rock concert in ballet flats was harder than I thought it would be. The heavy eye makeup and lit cigarette I never brought to my lips put me somewhere between “Trying Too Hard” and “Bless Her Heart.”
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1697155
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"when I say bag, what I mean to say is…"
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169700
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Lulu Petite was sitting in a lounge chair by the side of the pool when she heard the man splash into the water, almost unnoticed by the guests milling around the backyard of the palatial estate. Everybody, seemingly, was involved in a balancing act of one
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169710
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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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169664
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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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