1721 13 7
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That year, if you asked Al, was truly the best of times, the worst of times.
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172132
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Not a fuss, not a stink,
The eulogy, deep, will make one think,
Grandmother, sat in back, will wink
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17211312
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172100
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...Loves and fights and retires; / And dies.
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1721128
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...ghosts still resentful, ghosts far from home...
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17211911
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I'm just a rental dog myself
looking for the guardian of starlight
peeing on the expired parking meters
and barking up all the wrong trees.
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172165
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She used her right breast. Lifted it to her chin, aimed at the can, and shoved it down as hard as she could.
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1721106
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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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172000
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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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1720113
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“Your husband is an asshole, isn’t he?” he asks.
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172042
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Take shelter from the rain inside the Museum of Sex.
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172021
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I knew I spoke out of turn when I asked my father's old friend Charlie Jobe what he thought would come of moving to the veterans' camp, or "Village of the Deranged", as the newspaper has since taken to calling it. That was their description after all the
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17202010
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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172011
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i killed a poetic boy yesterday. the old ladies in theshadows swore at him when he was walking home proud ashell with a new pocketknife. they told him we dienext week so laugh like you got limes for balls. hecalled them drippy old vultures in his native tongue.they didn't…
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172082
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Once, when he had been married for a year, she sent him a card which said, "If you have seen a cat smoke a pipe, you have got it made." There was an illustration of a big, black panther, standing up on its hind legs, smoking what looked like a big tub of
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172063
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After work and wine, I Take some red food coloring and empty it Into my bath water. I submerge myself and open my eyes Like looking backwards at the world through A liquid sunset. I push myself under water, squeaking Feet…
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172075
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words have their own ancestors,/deeds are commanded by their own lords./
knowledge and thought do not make me understand—/no surprise, then, that I am not understood.
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17201311
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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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172021
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Judith was a bed wetter. Judith was a first-year college student and she was embarrassed that she wet the bed.
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172087
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"There are many dark places;but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."--J.R.R. Tolkien If the love never came you must have been Dragging your feet. If the hatred carved your…
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1720149
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I crave the confines of the convent
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172085
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When the cab dropped Frank at his address at seven that evening, he noticed the lights were on in Michiko’s apartment.
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17201616
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She’s witnessed her mother’s terror on the day of the hurricane, and she demanded for the first time in her life that her mother do something her mother did not want to do.
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171900
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“We’re starting to get into weather control,” Mark said.
“Can you really do that?” Rachel asked, trying to sound supportive and not skeptical.
“There are people out on the west coast in Seattle, who’ve been experimenting with it,” Mark said.
“Bec
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1719108
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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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171945
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The summer when I was six and my sister Audrey was eight, she'd walk around our house pretending to be in a trance, fingers strategically hovering over my mother's vases and lamps, leaving smudges behind on my father's heavy oak desk and rocking chair. She'd lumber past my…
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1719209
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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1719127
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Identification both ways was BooBoo, case sensitive.
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171900
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My cats are my world and more. They are rotund, little indoor-girl cats, though, who were taken from their mother too early to learn things like hunting and properly washing their privates, and so they think the mouse is just another interesting thing to
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171944
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The only silver lining? The man in my life and I are in this together.
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