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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.
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Kick your employer in the ass. Emotions are strange experiments in honesty.
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A farm girl raised on fresh eggs and weather forecasts...
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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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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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You are a space-walker and a time-traveler...
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The shop is swarming with little women.
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Ten am, and the piledriver behind Rhys's eyes shows no sign of mercy. Beyond the safety glass, caverns of empty air tumble down and out to where the edge of the city is lost in the murk. The figures on the screen pulse and phase with the hideous internal rhythm of his…
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He hiked the hills of her condition
She biked the path of his delight
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8) An exercise online calls for the first sentence on page 45 of the book nearest you as a suggested description of your love life. The book 9) nearest me still is _The Quarterly_, 1, spring 1987, that I have on my desk in preparing to write an essay.
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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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168452
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The last time I saw Jackson, I didn’t write down the set list. This time I didn’t write down the set list, either.
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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It’s all a matter of warped mirrors. As in the multi-mirrored passage I stood before as a boy
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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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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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He died in the ditch he dug.
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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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On finding out that gonads are part of the female anatomy as well.
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It turns out I know a thing or two about momentum. I know, I know. Like the crescendo of your bicycle wheels. Like the force the florist put on the stems the day Linda died. The way my fingers spin between planetary mass. This is how I know I’m not real
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Brody was standing against the wall with one hand in his hip pocket, as if he was holding a gun. The motel was set in the undergrowth of several weedy small towns, but a flashing neon sign made it impossible to miss from the road. We used it as a safe hou
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...lotus roots carved with clunky holes like a mouse’s drawing of Swiss cheese.
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The other night while we stood in the kitchen locked in each other's stone silence, he finally said, “You're waiting for something to get you to the other side of grief. But there's no such thing.”
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All is Ready I have bathed in patchouli oil and my hair gleams, lustrous with brushing. I am wearing my gold ankle bracelets with the ruby charms that my love gave me when we had been married one year. My robe is fuschia silk and under it I wear…
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I made myself tiny as I could, imagining I was Houdini shackled underwater, holding my nose and practicing my escape...
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I follow what pulls me forward.
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At a time when jazz had its share of royalty–kings, dukes, and counts–Young was democratically elected the President by an aristocratic vote of one; the best jazz singer alive, his sometime lover Billie Holiday.
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The real problem with being face blind isn't that you can't recognize faces. It's that people expect you to be able to.
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