1709 5 2
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I always sat in the backseat of the Dodge when my Dad drove, never in the front seat beside him. It was safer there when he ran over the dogs that wandered onto the road.
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170899
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People usually take fonts for granted.
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170822
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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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170875
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Biscuits and gravy. I'm off today, I'm lazy.
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170822
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I began to feed him. All the things I could think of - horror movies, cheese, salt, pickles, chilli. Vitamin B6 tablets washed down with warm milk. Anything I could do to grow little nightmares for my new pet.
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170841
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Hers or mine?
You figure it out, jackass.
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17081812
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However did we make it this far/
without murdering one another
as the other sleeps
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1708118
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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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170886
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170832
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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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170852
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He is sitting in his bedroom trying to decide what to wear. He has an appointment at five. If he wants to make it he has to either catch the bus, which comes in about fifteen minutes, or drive in. If he wants to drive in he needs to put petrol in his car,
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170800
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What's the protocol for telling people your spouse has cancer? How do you tell your son, your friends, your co-workers? How do you tell your mother? How do you tell her mother?
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170800
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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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170787
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17071312
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// opening act: van featuring balloon featuring drugs
// headliner: lubv ya babe
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170776
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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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170798
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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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170721
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The other night while we stood in the kitchen locked in each other's stone silence, he finally said, “You're waiting for something to get you to the other side of grief. But there's no such thing.”
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170711
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Will wondered if Doobie was afraid that it might be nothing but the abyss waiting on the other side, but he promised Doobie he’d let him pass on if it was finally his time.
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1707109
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Take a bird down from the sky, just for a moment, it endears you to me. Find a raindrop in the pouring rain, it is a jewel beyond compare, unless you Are directly in possession of it. Drop it. There is a star that I cannot help seeing In the…
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170795
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Burren-grey, the sky through sky lights
is cigarette ash smashed across July.
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170765
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52. they hate the word hate
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170777
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can they approve, our/gods in our wallets? only/when we tell them to.
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1707109
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Growing up in Mississippi meant growing up in a “dry” State which it was until 1966. Dry State meant selling alcoholic beverages, except for beer, is illegal. Period. By period I mean there was no distinction between selling whiskey and stuff to adults and…
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170752
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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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1707168
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Unapproachable... for all that.
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170794
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Oh, what jealousy does to us! What love does to the living!
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170763
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I had the smallest taste. Liquid heat, gifted from lips. One long moment spent lost in her warmth. Fleeting. I should have drunk more. Would she have relented to one more sip? One final taste? “Be careful,” she…
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170731
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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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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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