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Where in the shadows of these raw streets
does love last longer than a flyer?
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Deyrolle, established by the granddaughter of Jean–Babtiste Deyrolle, to house his scientific debris became a Paris fixture. A museum masquerading as a store and when casually mentioned in HG or when it was discovered that David Sedaris was an aficionado
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163796
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Be not a Hercules furens abroad, and a Poltroon within thyself
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While the tea was steeping, Ms. Darcy unwrapped the package. The book was lovely. It had nice heavy paper and the print was a good size for reading. The cover was glossy and not too showy, and Ms. Darcy thought it would look just right on her shelf.
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The porous bear the anchorite’s vial
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If they don’t cover consequences in your gifted and talented program, you may care to research it.
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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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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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My skin tells a story of pain and labor. It’s better than a tattoo and cheaper.
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You will never know how much it hurts
When someone else touches your face.
But I also know how much you count on others
To pull the slivers out of your heart.
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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Devoid of flesh and muscle,
Composed of bone and air.
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163620
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No matter how you do it, forgetting something doesn’t mean as much once you’ve forgotten.
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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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Now that I am dead, my god will fight your god...
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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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163610
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I'm going up and down elevators all over the Financial District and I have no office.
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In every writer's room there is a bogeyman born in the closet, growing with every blot on the virgin sheet, feeding on the pain of writing, of solitude, the failure, the rage, the confusion, the helplessness, the fear, the humiliation. The narrower the…
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163611
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The last row of furniture is all black leather. In unison the tigers hop onto a couch a piece, sit calmly on their haunches, and reach for remote controls buried in the cushions. Roaring, they paw at the remotes.
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She rolls up at school with the word MAYHEM marker-penned across her stomach, wrote so big the first and last letters graze each inner thigh bone. She says it's in honour of some rock star I never knew.
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Sometimes it waited after dark, when everyone was asleep, and moved in slowly like a thief, working its way into all the ruwas, up everyone's nostrils, seemingly intent on making the people's mountain existence a troublesome one
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No bustling inside
No extruded amber
Wings onyx straight jackets
A low hum of displeasure.
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Sin by Nonnie Augustine After my mother died, I met Aunt Shirley. I found her in dozens of snapshots piled in falling apart cardboard boxes we hauled down from the attic. Small girls, with huge bows bobby-pinned right on top of…
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163522
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an awkward stage between
glued popsicle stick marsupial,
and mechanical tin foil mammal.
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There is an emotion out there I can feel it already in me swimming around in my blood like a big hot postulation. Like a big hot hand of light.
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She had liked her new husband's sternness, and the way he ran his hands over her body, noticed every inch of it, made her feel not invisible.He traveled during the week, wore cufflinks, worked out in hotel gyms. On the weekends, they redecorated her house and tried to…
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O' madam, betwixt the pages A story professed to love A wonder of descriptive prose Delights read enraptured “My favorite book”, so you said O' madam, your heroine is flawed Wounding herself beyond measure And those she swears she…
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