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We love the sparkling, speckless, spotless, spic-n-span, sanitary.
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Can't believe I was able to drive this far
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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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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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Kenya Williams, eight years old, was out of bed before anyone else in her family, even Grandpa. It was Easter Sunday. She had a mission of mercy to carry out. She dressed quietly and tiptoed past her mama’s bedroom. She dared not wake her new daddy, who w
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That's demeaning enough, but not as hard to take as the customers. They're all jaded hipsters, thumb diddling smartphone freaks, pretending their online interactions actually count as relationships and that “tweets” are real conversations. It's sad, reall
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It doesn't have to be force grown betweenus. We entwine naturally. It's agood feeling to have a friend who at oncedoesn't require a hothouse ceiling laidbetween each invisible touch. There's justwind. There's just rain. There's just sun. There's just you.There's just…
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"Did I have a dream, or did the dream have me?" - Rush, "Nocturne"
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What's the protocol for telling people your spouse has cancer? How do you tell your son, your friends, your co-workers? How do you tell your mother? How do you tell her mother?
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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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When you encounter a body laying on the road, drive over it.
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The television volume softens in the shadows.
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In a small, cozy diner lived a homemade meatloaf. The meatloaf spent its days lounging on a warm plate with some mashed potatoes and sweet corn. Together they watched television, argued about sports, and ate blueberry pie...
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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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Pombo had never exhibited such powers of concentration with elevators or with other escalators, the young girl confessed to the museum staff.
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Hunters took 925 bears in the 2020 season in Vermont
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Mass media thought control, from consumer advertising to political sloganeering, is creating a new generation of irrational thinkers. If this trend continues, one day soon we may find ourselves under the control of some genius gone haywire.
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Each drip off the corrugated plastic sheeting made a tinny sound that he could hear from deep within the damp sleeping bag and layers of blankets where he was trying to sleep.
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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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woke up to the sound of a diesel
looked out the window to see i’m not home
outta bed to see if you had called
not a damn thing on my phone
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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One night he woke up with Underdog laying next to him, breathing softly. He marveled at how fiction could make reality so much better.
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writing because it's the only drug i havesick on sadnessas the weight of the moment crumbling around me comes down some sweet second inspires…
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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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San Bruno avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade.
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You are walking through a canyon made of shelving units lined with colorful masterpieces of three-dimensional minimalist design
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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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That was the start of it, the vigils. Every night at the foot of the Gilt Spears a group of people congregated in a housing estate to look up at the stars. Housewives with working away husbands, fractious toddlers hanging upside down…
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he knows that his wife knows. she can smell the adverbs on his tongue in the mornings. but he cannot get through another evening in that house without consonants.
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