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Was it hope or despair that drove her to walk out the door of the place she had called home for the past twenty years? Did she feel sorrow or relief to leave behind a husband and five children?
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the ugliness will not be denied
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The sound of drums blared from down the street. Car horns tried to fight the sound. Mayumi and Keiko saw the size of the crowd walking past them increase.
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130344
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My father's cousin is Salem the Dead.
Famed, an infant Lazarus of Libya,
he was brought lifeless from the womb,
yet awoke to the chill of a mortuary slab.
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You're on the good side of thirty, probably with a little girl or boy of your own sleeping at home, and here you are dragnetting at three in the morning. We're all broken, and the scars we trade are all that remains of our fragile, once complex lives.
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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1303129
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She said, “I think I’m pregnant,” but I thought that the sidewalk looked cleaner than usual,
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Be it a moment of zen, an epiphany, a vision, or even an ill-tempered chinese food inflicted dream, I've seen what's been shrouded carefully behind you… ahead of me.
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. . . laughter and madness.
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130385
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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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From a window, the young Pole Krzysztof Penderecki saw resistance fighters hanged by Nazis...
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130342
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Something was changing.
We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.
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130341
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"His middle name is Valentine, and when asked about it, he isn't sure why."
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130396
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He brought me kisses from New York.
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130386
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Our afterlife depends upon//
what interesting shape
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130321
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I saw a former lover today, by complete accident.
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paper cuts, an old film unraveled
from its reel, risking exposure.
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130288
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It is the first day of summer, a blue-green afternoon, and we sit beneath the English oak, Quercus robur. Everything has at least two names. It is the first day of summer, or the last day of something else.
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Moore doubted, perhaps, that readers could sympathize with a man who had killed someone for a cause or a girlfriend who forgave him. Perhaps she felt that maiming is (not) worse than murder. Perhaps she decided that the story should be about that.
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in a puddle of water, the butterfly rests on a stone
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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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130255
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You will never know how much it hurts
When someone else touches your face.
But I also know how much you count on others
To pull the slivers out of your heart.
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130255
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How would you like to leave the land of your ancestors, the place of your birth, the home of your identity?
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“Wait, so you’re Burt Lancaster? You’re not tall enough to be Burt Lancaster.” I popped a hand over my mouth. Wine as truth serum would do me no favors.
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“What was that about?” Keiko asked as she gingerly separated the lily from the wrapping and the baby's breath and examined the flower. Keiko unbound the lily and noticed that the stem seemed strong. The flower no longer needed the support of the wire, and
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With a roar and short burst of flame, the dragon awoke, startled.
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130242
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To Charles Bukowski "I haven't shat or pissed in seven years," she tells him, negotiating each word around the Marlboro. Because he doesn't know what else to say, Isaiah asks, "Haven't you seen a …
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Once, I asked my father why Rex turned around three times before settling down for a nap. He told me it was because one good turn deserves another, then he laughed.
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