1551 3 3
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artemis is but a mincing fawn:/ no sacred bitches need i in my ranks,/ nor hunting dogs to tear a man apart/ when i have teeth enough to bruise fine flanks.
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155082
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Entering that darkroom is like slipping through the barrel of a rifle.
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155091
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Carl and Dolly were actors. Dolly was offered the lead in a porno film, but she turned it down.
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155042
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Robert Townsend had planned his suicide for ten years, and on July 10th, 2010 he took a long, hot shower to set the mood.
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155094
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Not many people like Geminis.
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155020
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He slumped forward, drooling into his lap.
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15501614
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It was oddly quiet, and the air had a strangely urgent quality. The sun came out, and water on the leaves and branches turned oaks and aspens into Christmas trees.
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154933
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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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154985
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I'll never be a Republican Megadonor or a Doomed Aviatrix. But I'm okay with that.
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154900
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You know what parents have to do to get an Xbox? They don't just stand in line and someone hands them an Xbox, OK? That's sacrifice. They have to sacrifice and sacrifice and sacrifice. I mean, I chase alpacas a mile every night in subfreezing conditions,
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154900
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He can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe turns the handle can't breathe falls onto the front porch gasping in the cold night air. And Dad is lying on the smoldering carpet in the parlor. And all the kids are upstairs. And he swallows the air. And ever
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154986
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Your faded presence in sepia dream returns, firelight whispers and vanilla scented ash. We were a beautiful knot: sinew and hemp, burlap and magnolia petal, concrete and vapor. Gray kisses hovered overhead, misty…
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154952
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All is Ready I have bathed in patchouli oil and my hair gleams, lustrous with brushing. I am wearing my gold ankle bracelets with the ruby charms that my love gave me when we had been married one year. My robe is fuschia silk and under it I wear…
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1549155
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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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154900
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And there sat one man. Searching for words and solace. The silence returned and the colors peeled off from the walls. Darkness returned with fledgling light. He threw back his head and filled the emptiness with his laugh. He laughed in mirth and in misery
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154999
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Our Irish tradition is rich in Yeats, drenched in Bushmills.
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154942
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He had thought of the walk down to Mrs Greensmith’s shop when he and all the men beside him reckoned they’d “had it” that time when II SS Panzer-Division had fought like gods for Hill 212.
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154975
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When you encounter a body laying on the road, drive over it.
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1549149
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I crave the confines of the convent
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154900
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Ireland - her beauty is like a drug.
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154931
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If girls have keys for fingers then locks cannot hold them.
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154933
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154973
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the far-flung Turner boys and their broods descended upon Pemberton like locusts
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1548168
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Her clothing style varies from grunge to glamor and . . . she always looks good.
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154852
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The past operates with incredible gravity. Powerful, efficient, deceptive. Thin, sleek cords sent out by it attach themselves to your back, your legs, your buttocks, the back of your head. Resist. Walk. One leg after another. Easy does it, like a baby. Do
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15482111
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I am not the wind./
I am a stone eroded by the wind
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154867
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"Someone should have told her that less is more..."
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154865
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There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
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1548117
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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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