1736 4 4
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Then dared each other to travel
Much further
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173622
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What becomes the identity of a woman who has been denied all her rights and thrown into a mental institution?
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173641
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In closing, Your Honor:After the interview Bad Blake, a/k/a "Otis" takes "Miss" Jane Craddock back to his hotel, ties her up, and gives her a Cleveland Steamer. For reference, please refer to my Brief, Exhibit A, showing a thespian named Ronald Jeremy…
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173622
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“You own your own burial plot, but you don't own your home,” he'd said, and I couldn't help but agree.
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173598
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... black holes suck in matter and supernovas explode.
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1735156
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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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173500
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Rosey streaks through the city, dragging a flooded umbrella.
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173585
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“Hey, Buddy,” he says finally, “you were supposed to make a right back there”, and I can see his eyes flash as he reads my ID card on the dash...
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173530
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You see the ocean for the first time on our honeymoon. Your large feet dig deep into the muddy sands of the Maryland coastline as your blue eyes swell at the infinite water before you. I wrap my…
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1735168
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Lou Reed was sitting in CBGB,
I was sitting on Greenwich Ave. and West 10th street.
I didn't know him then and I didn't know him later either,
but we were both there.
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173542
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when down the street/ a female cat/ yowls with the force/ of a red light blazing/ in an alley.
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1735138
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173572
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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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173510
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I’m lying on the floor curled up in the foetal position and about six people are stamping on me. [...] It’s really confusing down here, what with all the kicking.
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173541
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Rye goods
* Cracker brot: best practices
* Recipes: never embellish!
* Boughten: what to avoid
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1735126
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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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173521
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Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
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173596
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He brought me kisses from New York.
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1735117
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Lucky for mama, he doesn't like for his women to work.
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173463
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The camera moves slowly around the interior of a building inhabited by books.
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17341211
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and watch the bird play and squirrel play/
and the twitching of cottontail noses
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173412
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Their dump was like no other in the country. It was bigger than the rest. And, unlike their innumerable competitors, this dump—which sat packed with trash on the surf of an ocean—was organized with care.The Elks took pride in their dump. Three…
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173451
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I can't find my way back to the library. I've heard of this happening, that if you leave even for just one day and for a very good reason, as good a reason as mine, you may not find your way back. Now why should this be so? I do not understand this library. It houses…
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173466
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Man, I'm not feeling so happy anymore. I tried to tackle my money but it slipped past me and ran out the door. I don't have a clue what to do. I'm hungry and I can't be worrying about you while both of us are trying to snag the same pair of…
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173444
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I call him a Staffordshire terrier. You call him a pit bull. Some people say he's lovable. Other people say he'll bite your face off without thinking too hard.
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173445
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. . . it's all we ever want -- the holding.
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173410
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“Now I see clearly my whole life is pointed in one direction — there never has been any choice for me (Travis Bickle, "Taxi Driver").
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173454
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Time has wings. They are bright and beautiful, like those of a butterfly. They are delicate wings, and they carry the years away from my decaying mind. I would break those wings if I could, for tomorrow I turn seventy-three, and I grow weary of their ince
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173400
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Some things you never forget, especially if they are repeated frequently. I cannot hear her voice saying those words, now, I have forgotten its timber, its pitch, but I remember the words.
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173420
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Benton showed her his old room, a shrine of old posters and records. But it had been cleaned out, made to look like a guest room. “Kiss me,” Benton said. “April.” “That was just a name, so don't get any…
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