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He didn't want to read his father's statement. Yet still he lingered, poised over the kitchen table, where his father had left it.
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155321
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I am far from home, wherever that is.
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155344
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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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15531310
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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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155394
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We weren't supposed to talk about Jimmy's glass eye. We just had to watch it stare at us all wonkie, without knowing a thing about it.
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155333
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eleven o'clock spills
despair all over
our bedspread
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155311
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Tension slipped from my grip on the dagger as my legs and faith fell apart.
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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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A Parody of Keats I stood at silent thought upon a clump Of nettles, swaying in the od'rous air- That blew from my own trousers, by the dump; That it had not blown more lent me despair. The dulcet horn gave melody, rare…
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155300
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In the grip of a bad dream, she bolted awake, thinking she had heard the nightsounds of a tomcat crawling around her property.
It was some dreaded hour before dawn; she had no idea when. Her small, frail body was stiff, her breasts swollen and sore to
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I was to limp with stunned, growing horror, as I navigated through the swirling smoke and maze of human corpses...
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155276
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They broke both of Jimmy's shins. / Gambling debt just like in the movies
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155276
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It’s an almost mystical experience, walking in the warm, radioactive rain. It’s a rare moment of peace, a gathering of breath before the next storm, before the next wave of panic, before those frozen in shock come to themselves and rush through the stree
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The skin will stay but you won’t see it,/
camouflaged by creases, tags, and curious/
deposits of renegade fat and pigment.
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155261
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The unpublished writer remembered the carnage that surrounded his Foxhole in France and decided he was done praying. All around lay the evidence that no one was listening. The drunken pastor stumbled away.
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Just like D-Ray White’s tapping still bounces off the mountains if the right person is listening, Hasil’s hoots and howls are trapped in record wax like a blood-drunk mosquito in amber.
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I knew a girl on Folly Island who took
showers in water so hot
her skin blushed pink rosettes.
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155200
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"You've fallen out of love with me, is that it? That you'll leave me for another girl, who has bigger boobs and fucks you better than I do."
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155297
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It's about dinner time. My neighborhood is in Sa-bur-bia. Driving my gold 2007 Malibu i pass Chick. She notices me and stares standing in front of her house. We were friends about ten years ago. Chick is still divorced. Tall skinny legs. Educated blu-ish eyes. Wet…
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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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1552128
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He said his wife levitated.
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155200
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Tak Tuckerby was a racecar driver. He could drive a racecar fast and handle a racecar perfectly. Unfortunately, Tak could only drive in one direction.
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155240
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She wanted wolf cubs. Not kittens, not husky pups given as infant gifts with red bows around their scraggy necks. No, she wanted wolf cubs. Even when it grew to pace the length of her hallway - proud as men - she could not love it. …
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She called it EMDR, which stands for Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing. Basically, it means training a part of your brain to longer associate trauma with a specific side of the brain. This meant that she had to direct all traffic of the repressed memory to a new…
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155221
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Odd bookends
stuck in familiar territory,
we have become lethargic
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15521111
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Vera Wang I saw you on Oprah today girl. Oh no no no.
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Ann had the vague idea that they would get it all worked out, and somehow, by tonight, she’d be in Robert’s arms again, and he’d be the old Robert, the man she’d known 15 years ago. She had no way of knowing, of course, that a Robert was going to
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"Well if we break for lunch at the same time wanna sit with me? I got fruit roll-ups I'll share."
Cory looked up at the boy, removing her hand from the water only to brush a lock of dark hair from her eyes. He was still smirking, jaw crunching, saliva
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It's 100 degrees in your tower/and that braid you're so proud of/is one hot ladder to nowhere.
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I didn't care for parties when Jackie was alive and I donot like them now. Deborah, our daughter,…
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