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I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
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17782010
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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She hadn’t died. She wasn’t a ghost. She wasn’t even invisible. She just wasn’t see-able.
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It was not that he was boring – it’s just that he needed a lot of encouragement. When he came, he whispered to himself, ‘ohgodohgodohgod’ - like it was something to be ashamed of, to be sorry for. I wanted to hold him close against me but I also n
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Enough, Trump.We've had it my dear, with your pink ties, your hairs, your swagger, towers, your plenty of monies,your tempers, your honeys. I don't speak for all, not at all, but for many who never did like your style or bile, your tenacious temerity,…
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1778106
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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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March 16, 2006 My mail, e-mail, and phone calls go from the ridiculous to the sublime. Apologies for the cliché, but I can't resist its perfect applicability: In my mailbox today yet another catalogue of boob jobs in bikinis and an invitation to explore…
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The border crossing at El Paso will soon be arriving. I'm apprehensive about Mexico, all the violence.
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177877
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They stand together in the doorway looking at the crib.
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Mayra heard the bell ring and opened the door to her small home in downtown Havana. Mayra was in her 50's and had the beautiful dark olive skin of most Cuban people who have a mix of Caucasian and Negro in their blood.
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Can’t you do anything right?
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The money stank on the table. Money is dirty she said, one of the dirtiest things. So many people touch it. This pile of brine would not explain its reek, only demanded that we accepted its stench as requisite. It had to have been the cash that stank, prior to its arrival…
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Uncounted hens and piglets/
die at my demand. The killing floor//
runs red for me. I am/
monstrous to creatures small and great,
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177711
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...the loving and very painful hurt of our daily sustenance
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1777105
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Brazilian girls yammer
with their book bags
up against my leg.
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177796
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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177780
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That dog again; enduring love.
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The only silver lining? The man in my life and I are in this together.
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177712
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“Why do you write filth?” they howl
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177700
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You enter the lobby of the office building tentatively at first - you're a little nervous about this interview, after all - but you recall how spectacular and professional you dressed that morning. Plus you read through the company's LinkedIn profile at least five times…
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“He looks funny again,” the twins would say. “Cow looks funny, Mummy.”
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177600
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Dreams will show you a life that might or might not be yours, but you better believe that they've got to serve when you're asked to come up with a story."--Frank Baron, the night he made bail and left town1. First Blood in Dreams Long Ago The…
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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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Requires one of those leaps.
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17761410
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One by one our friends are kicking the bucket. Let's get together. It's now or never, we figure.
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177632
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Scientists have determined that a tiny freshwater organism known as the "bdelloid rotifer" gave up sex 40 million years ago. And you thought the spark had gone out of your marriage.
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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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One frozen hand protruded from the snow.
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I’m supposed to be writing poems but it’s Saturday morning and I’m watching cartoons.
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