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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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1771147
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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177100
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I took up smoking just to show the world how easy it was to quit. It’s been five months now, and my wife is wondering why I haven’t yet.
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177176
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She crossed the room to a tub in the center, the great woman with flowing locks of bronze, turning the taps until a heatless white became warm enough to bathe in. She added soap of some kind and the light became the bubbles,…
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177120
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The more indifferent he had become towards life, the more she had become towards him.
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177143
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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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177111
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“It felt like the space under my skin had been filled with desert sand. I did not open my eyes for my body was covered with the dust. A camel could have walked over me and not noticed. I needed to wipe my eyes before I could open them and my body was froz
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177185
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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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17711714
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It shouldn’t take that long to count/
to six but when the six are cats, arithmetic/
assumes Heisenbergian properties/
as the objects counted defy the count.
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177087
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177050
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the moon is the pupil of the cave’s eye
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1770115
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I enjoyed the talking part though
rambling on and on for lord knows
why or how
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177042
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Take shelter from the rain inside the Museum of Sex.
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177040
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I’m not the creative type like my friend Bosely, an Irish Setter. I’m a traditionalist. I like to eat exactly at 8:30 a.m. and 6 p.m. I take my bone with me everywhere I go. I will not carry the poop-bag.
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17701512
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Effie reckons the river her sister keeps asking about, the Great Pee Dee, was named after some Indians.
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177000
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I wear my gun so it shows,
so everyone knows.
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177000
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The place turns out to have a really nice ambiance, and while the pasta is only passable—though I ordered, I believe, the cheapest plate on the menu, so maybe I got what I deserved—the background dinner music playing is "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" by Wilco.
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177077
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can they approve, our/gods in our wallets? only/when we tell them to.
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177099
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Our Irish tradition is rich in Yeats, drenched in Bushmills.
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1770105
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"Some Purgatory in order, innit?"
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177052
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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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17702311
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1770158
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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177011
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By: Roz Warren (and Janet Golden)I'm a humor writer. My work appears in publications from The Funny Times to The New York Times. Janet is a history professor whose writing was confined to academic journals and the occasional op-ed. Driving back from the Jersey shore one…
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177087
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He died in the ditch he dug.
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177032
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my fingers vibrate magnetic/
a humming void/
where my brain was
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176911
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I was enchanted with the suppleness and intensity of her movement and slowly edged to hide myself askew from the jam as not to disturb her.
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176988
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“Too dumb to live,” my wife said when cretins on a motorbike blasted around us nearly taking a side mirror with them.
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176900
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By the end of the evening, a dark circle of sweat stained the overstretched satin over her dome of a belly. José told her to take it easy. “When people come to a tango bar, they want to think about sex, not babies.”
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176952
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Yesterday morning I sank to the depths of hell and barely crawled out in time. There is no answer except possibly death that will find me relief from his distant presence. I am free but yet I am not and I slowly sink into a hollow world where nothing hurt
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