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Her clothing style varies from grunge to glamor and . . . she always looks good.
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151498
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I think I remember now why people write poetry.
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151432
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He lit another reed - a new score orchestrating in his head - his thoughts swirling around the older man; there was something else going on here…
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151442
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Take shelter from the rain inside the Museum of Sex.
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151466
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Man, I'm not feeling so happy anymore. I tried to tackle my money but it slipped past me and ran out the door. I don't have a clue what to do. I'm hungry and I can't be worrying about you while both of us are trying to snag the same pair of…
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15141613
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There is no hate in his eyes...
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151421
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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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151442
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Mama sleeps in bed with us. The blue of her ghost sleeps underneath me. I love her more than anything. What does she think when we are naked, when we yell, or mimic, imbibe, curse, cry, shake, make love, roll over on her, want to die?
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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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1514134
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the urgent, naked glow of opportunity
or
the dim fluorescent nuisance of an object out of reach
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1513106
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Rush had a black eye and a bucket of dirty water. Look, a baby turtle he said, like that explained everything. Yes, I did lack a turtle so thank you for disappearing for three months and returning with a goddamned turtle. His weird homecoming gift took my…
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What used to be a scene has broken into fragments and blips of her on a screen I can’t control or manipulate.
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151300
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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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151320
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After three teens took off without paying
and he clung to the hood of their car
He wasn’t trying to be a hero
sandwich or otherwise
but climbed onto the hood when they
tried to run him over
There was some question and dispute
over th
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1513106
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"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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151342
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There were three other guys on the bus. The landlord (or buslord) let us use the kitchen and bathroom in the house he shared with his wife. I rode into San José City College with the other guys, who were also taking classes there. I remember frigid autum
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151332
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"Pull around," Rachel says. "Pull around him, dammit."
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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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“You should've let him drown,” she once told me. Doesn't she see that I did? I'll let her drown, too.
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I brimmed with sexual energy and it flowed about me like a buttermilk, silk robe. Rich and thick, musk-laden and fortified with my own particular brand of woman.
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151352
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I know what he meant.
I've been in the 3 A.M. cream cheese.
I've known the hole in the bagel.
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151398
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When the storm broke, my late aunt's dog
fetched five favourite bones from his corner, and arranged a crude protective circle.
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1513153
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1513129
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All young and loud and big and I swear her face like a lighthouse lamp, glowing—I remember thinking, ‘She’s drunk at nine in the morning.’
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1513158
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Your girlfriend with the Dresden blue eyes with the sleek belly & gorgeous scars from ripping off Avenue A dealers has you on a leash of short-term amnesia. You can't recall the last time you got off from being trigger-happy inside her & you formed a…
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151387
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the steady, persistent work of beauty
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The mulch vendor is a crook but we have no choice, not with the shortage of soil. Have to guard the stuff, put alarm wires around the garden, leave a friend in charge to spot the thieves if you go away overnight. If you…
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Taken by agents of the United States of America, Felix Six-Killer grows up at the Carlisle Indian School near Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. His hair is cut and oiled. His shirts are starched and creased. For months he is startled to find himself seated for…
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“Me try anything,” he says, then laughs a little. “You’re fucked.”
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