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Now his daughter was an American citizen and Max wanted only the chance to board the SS Maua and disembark in New York.
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He called me one Friday when I was a kid and told me he wanted to go trout fishing. He had dreamt that I was a worm or a fly -- he couldn't remember which -- but he was sure I would bring good luck to the stream. The next morning, before grandma awoke, I
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The woman finished packing her things as the man walked in. They looked at one another for a long moment. …
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158554
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My old buddy Snoop Dogg saunters into the room, and we go through a handshake routine that takes over ten minutes, ending with double-backflips and some brotherly penis swordplay.
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15851410
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The smart drivers know the signs/
and the back street ways around the wreck.
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1585139
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Stalks were scythed to submission one stroke at a time
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158544
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It was like watching one of those vintage eighteen-frames-per-second films of someone trying to open a stuck umbrella.
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15851717
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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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1585128
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...ghosts still resentful, ghosts far from home...
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15852011
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Reality for us must be broken so we can fix the one small insect of it we can capture and pin, wriggling.
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158500
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For you –
because you deserve more effort
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They coo and gurgle in the warmth of twig and down. They are so delicate, hard to look at without thinking of death. I tell them I want for them chief among all things strength, speed, resilience.
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I am a scavenger. I sit on the telephone wire, a ravenous vulture watching a man and a woman arguing across the street. The clouds remind me of ashy marshmallows I found in a fire pit yesterday. The woman starts violently shoving the man; he stumbles…
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15852012
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Our ironies don’t make us happy
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158443
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Prabo was late.
It wasn’t like him, I thought, sitting on the steps of the Galle Face Hotel, the Indian Ocean pounding the beach abutting the nearby Galle Face Green and spraying fine mist everywhere. Or at least it didn’t seem like him.
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158410
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I’ve done my part of the job in conservative clothing. Lonnie’s done her part looking like Dolly Parton.
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15841111
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Vera Wang I saw you on Oprah today girl. Oh no no no.
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158467
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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When the medicine started to interrupt her sleep, she made elaborate breakfasts – sweet potato pancakes, crepes with homemade cream cheese filling, omelets with spinach and brie, hand-rolled croissants stuffed with bittersweet chocolate. It was in those e
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Once, during an argument, she had said, It’s like there’s another woman, except she doesn’t exist. Which sometimes it really did feel like, a betrayal, being thrown over for someone else. The muse.
She could have shot the muse.
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...I had a string of Sunday School medals that knighted me a warrior for Jesus Christ of Nazareth...
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158400
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He must have been pleased with his composition, as he repeated and repeated and repeated it. Paul joined in the song. Then the children at neighboring tables joined too, until the song rose into a dining hall chorus.
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158420
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He gave her cancer. He gave her cancer.
Not what she said. She said her relationship gave her cancer. Her relationship with him. Gave her cancer.
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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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158311
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From above we see the trampled grass circling the house. Trampled grass from where half starved alligators circled the house, hissing and issuing low moans. Half starved alligators deranged by the red skies circled the house in the late August of the last year. Beginning in…
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158342
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There was a small slanted hole through the edge of the door, and another one in the door frame. She pushed the door closed to check. The holes matched up.
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158351
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Two weeks after the shadow shows up in Stephen's x-ray, you decide to do something about the bucket in the garden. You start by wedging it underneath the faucet in the back yard so tightly that it pushes against the pipe with the groan of grinding metal. Now the hose is…
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158342
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Albertine had never loved Agnés. Oh! She had liked her very much. Especially her wit, the skin at the nape of her neck, even the two freckles on her arse that would bloom when licked.
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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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