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He hiked the hills of her condition
She biked the path of his delight
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164952
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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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There is no hate in his eyes...
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164922
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you are the most uptight pansy I have ever met
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164900
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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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164921
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“What would you get? What should you give a lady who’s one hundred for her birthday?”
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164987
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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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164943
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“Buy Shoes On Wednesday and Tweet at 4:00” is a new advice book which tells the reader the best possible time to get everything done, from flossing ones teeth to visiting Zanzibar. As a public service, I've used the information provided in that book to create an…
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164985
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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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164921
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He leans against the truck, the sun sinking on the day, shadows inching down the side of the house, yawning towards the horizon.
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164820
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The bearded old man, raised his weary body from the bedroll he had slept on last night and slowly stood up. Bones creaked as he worked the stiffness out of his joints, the pain and memory of endless days and nights riding the…
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164874
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and the moon shines on like a silver dollar
and coyotes in the desert scream and holler
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164886
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With small and fleshy hands/
I scratch at enigmatic stones,
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164866
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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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164821
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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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164832
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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1648105
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"Some Purgatory in order, innit?"
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164875
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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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164866
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He pours another shot and says: Then I buried it in the yard. The time capsule I mean. You have to plug it in to see. I wonder if they’ll know.
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164832
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The trash is full. Again. I open the bathroom trash—because the diaper genie is stuffed—but there’s no room. I try the kitchen next. The lid swings open, catapulting carrot shavings onto the floor. I lay the diaper on the counter for later.
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164800
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You are like gasoline on the fire of my desire–you send me higher and higher into paroxysms of earth-shaking erotic explosions. Remember–the “light” catfood is the kind in the turquoise bag.
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164800
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It was where the “Suits” worked. I didn’t want to go there, I didn’t want to be there, but in those days one did what one was supposed to do.
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164863
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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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164820
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Though some days... I feel as though I'm nothing more than the ultimate hedged-bet should the offender be living out his last days on earth, holding my arm as we both feel our way through the long dark corridors of tragedy.
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I know this: the sky is vast here//
and the sun unforgiving/
to any architecture not the best
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164750
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the moon is the pupil of the cave’s eye
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and the smiles light the way
when the wind blows the darkness
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1647128
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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164710
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Now, I am getting angry! Now you want me depressed too!
GET OUT! GET OUT!
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