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death spoke in a swimming pool in late june:
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155842
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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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155811
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My best friend died yesterday. His name was Franklin Seever, but we all called him Lin. It started when we were in Little League. There were two Franklins on the team so Coach, who was my dad, called the fat one Frank and my best friend Lin.
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1558219
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155875
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When you encounter a body laying on the road, drive over it.
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1558149
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I crave the confines of the convent
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1558126
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The ghosts run before/
attacking horsemen. A heart/
is ruptured by a spear.
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155863
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If you're in an airport in the predawn hours, you are by definition a failure. You failed to make your flight; the airline gave you motel money but you're hoarding it
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155866
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It was always your body that told so much --
lips working some secret out
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155810
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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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155831
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“She never knew her, you know?”
Chief Jack Gardner, retired, said to the duty officer absently, thumbing a well-worn photo in his rough calloused hands. His gravelly voice cracked a bit when he said it, catching his throat.
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1558103
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One afternoon the kids from next door come over. Marion is our age, Jimmy a year younger. Marion's pretty. I can't even look at her.
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1557106
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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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155754
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1557117
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He got tired of the pool party, the chit-chat, the suburban posturing, and he decided to swim home.
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1557115
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An anorexic middle-aged woman walked up and watched me..
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155732
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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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155741
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Sunday afternoon was the best. The kids drew straws for a chance to sit on the stool in the Kitchen with the broken armrest. I think mom thought it was an antique but it was just a piece of shit her dad picked up second hand.
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155753
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And she tried to laugh, to justify her half evasion, to dismiss the memory of their vitriolic breakfast conversation.
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155760
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Passing us in a delicate swirl of light perfume and healthy girl sweat, three bare midriff elfin, baby dykes with pencil thin eyebrows, and chic art hair cuts, swaggered in like cool young gunfighters straight off the cover of Bad Baby Butch Vogue
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15571811
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hoping for a happy outcome/
like a kindly voice on the line
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1557129
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155791
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The television volume softens in the shadows.
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155687
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Some things I reject out right. That is I think I disagree As John put it. You can't play the game. I was never Too good at pretending. It's not that I can walk on water, It's that I don't mind getting my clothes wet to get away From all the…
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155622
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I remember thinking the seasons are arriving later every year,
as if the world has been slowed by the weight of graves.
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1556106
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My first girlfriend had blue Christmas lights strung on trees in front of her stone house. My family had all gone to bed. When midnight came, it was snowing.
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155698
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When the sun was above the treeline, and the hunter returned to the cabin, they were ready for him.
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15561815
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She grinned when he steadied himself against the sofa. “Boy, I know you.”
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155666
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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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155643
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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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