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They try to incorporate a little of Ravel around their edges, the ones where their molecules bump off into other parallel realities, into other non-localities, into other potentials. She isn't buying it. She's tuned in. And she can tell.
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155299
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Lou Ann and Bobby drove in from Slidell and had a small, New Orleans wedding with just a one night honeymoon at the Monteleone because the next morning Bobby had to go. It was barely daylight as Lou Ann kissed him goodbye several times and blew him kisses as his cab pulled…
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155231
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I almost forgot. Her nipples taste like that syrup from a can of peaches. The kind you aren’t supposed to eat if you are 18 or older. The kind that adds baggage to the hips and I’m certainly not about to take out an insurance policy on my ass.
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155210
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I’m not sure if it was the fishnet stockings. Or the pouty red lipstick. Or the tight black leather skirt. Or the mountainous breasts
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155220
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He slumped forward, drooling into his lap.
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155133
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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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155189
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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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155122
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It would be great if next door to every restaurant, there was a 24 hour dental surgery. Then you could sneak in and grab a few magazines to read if you’re unfortunate enough to be dining alone.
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155185
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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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155191
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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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155100
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She says he is not a real person. He says he doesn't understand. And that she should be with the dudes who want to be her boyfriend.
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1551169
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If love could only by heat be bound
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1551119
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Be careful when you choose your muse,
for she may be a siren.
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155186
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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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155143
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Still no rain. Eight months, says Hollister. More like nine, says James Earl. We stand in Hollister’s high meadow, what’s left of it.
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155133
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They came early and parked up, under cover of the night and the giant oak. I only know this because people told me afterwards. Watching us, they were. It was six o'clock before they smashed their way in, scaring the three of us out of our wits. Baby Billy screamed the place…
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155199
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Our Irish tradition is rich in Yeats, drenched in Bushmills.
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1551219
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155175
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When you encounter a body laying on the road, drive over it.
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155022
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The fucking black dress; the fucking black dress that obfuscates whether or not you're pretty in the face, that obfuscates the sound of your voice, that obfuscates the color of your hair, your eyez, your skin,
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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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155020
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I first met you in a February, but my best early memory is of your deep and sweaty tan. You'd been to Florida, I ran into you in the market, the sight of your tan made me hard for your pale parts. It was summer, you were dressed all in white, I invited you…
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155000
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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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155067
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"Someone should have told her that less is more..."
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155022
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contact.
intimacy.
human
fucking
connection.
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155065
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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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155075
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They politely urged him not to get too involved with his creations.
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155075
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they got some heat here in the West
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155020
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The more indifferent he had become towards life, the more she had become towards him.
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155042
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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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