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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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1709109
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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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170952
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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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170941
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Hers or mine?
You figure it out, jackass.
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170995
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Burren-grey, the sky through sky lights
is cigarette ash smashed across July.
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170964
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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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170922
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you are the most uptight pansy I have ever met
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1709114
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I have an appointment set for the day after next; you said you thought you might be firing blanks and then I feel a kick into my chest—two kicks, three, seven at least—my cat is going crazy at the stinky tom outside the window and the birds are waking, sc
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170932
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"Pull around," Rachel says. "Pull around him, dammit."
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170952
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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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170900
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Do not listen to Christmas music out of season. Unless of course you want to ruin Christmas music. Forever.
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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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170896
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Hey, how are you? she squeaked.
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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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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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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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1708109
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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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1708117
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... he led what might be called a quiet life
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1708168
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Unapproachable... for all that.
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170894
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Oh, what jealousy does to us! What love does to the living!
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170831
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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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170841
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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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// 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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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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