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death spoke in a swimming pool in late june:
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157487
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But what if it grew into a nasty tea party-ish bimbo right winger -- a little Michelle Bachmann nubbin?
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157433
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I remember mad strong words out of a teenager, fresh from the shower without a blouse: First! He will be my age, period! He will be the first to walk me to my room as my fear crashes to earth, final, considered.
And I will be the first to milk the w
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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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157421
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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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157494
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Not many people like Geminis.
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157441
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The way she once felt for another, naked mornings in her bed, and Young Frankenstein. Sed-a-give.
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15731510
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that guy/ MOSTLY understood / endings
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157331
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Her dress swirled around her as she stepped into the ballroom, looking every bit as sultry as her recent Playboy cover...
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157355
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He ran for home, screaming for help in the silent ravine.
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157311
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I held at my gut and immediately regretted laughing at Frank when he pulled the pocket-knife out on me. I doubled over and fell to the floor.
"John, was a typer all this important?" Frank asked, knife in hand.
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1573119
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Be careful when you choose your muse,
for she may be a siren.
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157344
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I arrived Sunday evening to a darkened house. Everything unplugged. Even the fuses from the breaker. Meticulous, this undoing. Silence has a sound. Cold has a voice, a pearly cigarette whisper. It says, “Metaphor?”
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157321
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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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157342
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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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157344
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He looks at me again, this time glancing down at my skinny jeans, “And... are you a single mom?” he seems to think he has it right, taking a last look at my aquamarine colored pants and the tapered area around my calves.
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1573148
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She parks the car and trudges insidefor her daily visithoping that the new rouge hidesthe old tears.Five years now she has been comingto see himHe looks nothing like the pictures toanyone but her.They say she should go homeand rest, relaxShe doesn't know how…
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1573106
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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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15721112
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The shop is swarming with little women.
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157244
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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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157242
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Maybe she was crying before she got on the coach at Marble Arch, settled in the seat across from me, but by the time we reach Victoria Gate, tears stream down her face, mouth open to receive her own sacrament.Indian, ageless in tasteful floral, a blue sweater despite summer…
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157265
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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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157230
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The others fell silent and cast glances back and forth to each other.
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157200
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A brief novel excerpt featuring two characters breaking out in song, with lines like 'Arabian knights dance sheikh to sheikh.'
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15721311
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In the cool, damp morning, Jeremiah trembled, from the weight of the gun, from fear he would miss.
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157284
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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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1572108
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Toxins make a body happy/
as if acceleration toward//
an end of consciousness/
is its own reward.
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157210
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Now, I am getting angry! Now you want me depressed too!
GET OUT! GET OUT!
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If girls have keys for fingers then locks cannot hold them.
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