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"Pull around," Rachel says. "Pull around him, dammit."
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1717118
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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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171711
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There is no Vinny’s Liquor store as far as she can tell. She begins to think there is something odd, that people are jerking her chain, sending her on a fruitless mission. It feels familiar, like sorority hell week. Maybe there is no liquor store at al
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171732
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They looked like girl’s jeans. Matt held them against himself in the mirror. Not that girl’s jeans were a mark against them. Usually, girls had better jeans anyway. Matt took two of the biggest pairs out of the big chest in his grandmother’s back closet.
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171732
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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171786
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I haven’t read many of them, these poets
that they speak of – Whitman and his Leaves
Of Grass, Mary Oliver and her wild life
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1717104
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Digging in another garden, jumping into another space and time, I impaled a toad on the tines of a garden fork. At first I thought the toad was a clump of clay, stuck to the thick tine, but before I could kick the clay off with my…
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171742
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I started walking around the Jube like any other sheep, lemming, or penguin: passing plate glass windows, one after another.
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17171310
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There was something about his eyes that seemed more sly than happy. He looked like a teamster winking at a mayor who’d just paid him off to keep trucks rolling through Scranton.
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1717117
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... he led what might be called a quiet life
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171710
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Now, I am getting angry! Now you want me depressed too!
GET OUT! GET OUT!
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17172111
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In a time of drought,/
the sound of rain is sweet/
and joyful music.
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171700
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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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171622
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The old man had always known things, was feared and revered up and down the valley for knowing things. I’d heard the stories since the day I was born.
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171676
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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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171698
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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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171664
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The bartender keeps asking what you smell and you say: lemons, oak, and pear. I smell lust. We move to the reds. Pinot Noir. Cabernet Sauvignon. Port.
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171632
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Does life have an expiration date Alice asked herself? One must be careful when trying to deal with a broken person; you might cut yourself on their shattered pieces. Life can be like an arrow penetrating your heart. Hard and painful to pull it out, yet i
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171620
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The more indifferent he had become towards life, the more she had become towards him.
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17161717
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I was out of my element. I was on property that wasn't mine. In a woods with mansions tucked away among the trees.
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171678
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The bad optical, crossed or dead or lazy or stray
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171600
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The words(worlds) have become abstracted through contempt?
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171641
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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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17152411
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171550
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the moon is the pupil of the cave’s eye
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171573
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-for Franz, the least understood comedian of all We all knew that Marissa's college boyfriend was ugly — there was the way she answered our mother's pestering "Is he cute?" with a stalling "Um, well..." and then there was the fact that she hadn't posted any photos…
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17151815
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She grinned when he steadied himself against the sofa. “Boy, I know you.”
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171500
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She says he is not a real person. He says he doesn't understand. And that she should be with the dudes who want to be her boyfriend.
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171540
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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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Burren-grey, the sky through sky lights
is cigarette ash smashed across July.
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