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In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways
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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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147165
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The heart attack felt like the time Alison stabbed me with knitting needles. It made me want to see her. She was the fun wife, the first of three. I was morbid and full of regret — my drinking had driven them away, no kids in the wake. I decided to visit all of…
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147192
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Public Wi-Fi ”hotspots” allow men and women to ogle each other discreetly while pretending to write the Great American Novel.
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I could trust that most nights I would drop off to sleep at around midnight and shortly thereafter dream an “us dream”, a how we were dream, a sensing of our bodies undulating, then moving faster, moving with the waves of a special music only we could hear, with…
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147041
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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147082
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13 rooks on a lifeless tree
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147092
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What is the meaning of you?
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147098
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Actress Rita Moreno wakes up humming.People (5/1/17)Riding a roller coaster with your partner makes you more attractive to each other. People (5/1/17)The image on the commemorative stamp the Central African Republic recently issued to honor film legend Marilyn Monroe…
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147065
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She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
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147022
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He does not read what he’s giving them permission to do to him, just signs the release.
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14701010
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My lipline's retreated since Tuesday. I'll toss those Hazel Bishop reds, (lipstick on shriveled lips rattles men, scares little children) skip Woolworth's cosmetics counter, save backaching, ankleswelling pondering of powders, rouges, …
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1470217
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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14691113
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I was seeing the owl lady from time to time when I met Caroline.
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146900
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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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146911
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Only ever been twelve men on the moon. And one cheese.
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1469156
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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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146900
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I met Barry Hannah once in my life. I’d come to Oxford, MS, to meet an entirely different writer whom I thought then and think now very highly of. I’d also come to escape from another slew of regrets. Oxford is a great city to run away to.
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146996
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Be not a Hercules furens abroad, and a Poltroon within thyself
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146998
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It is true that the college dogs spread vermin, reeked and shat on the soccer field...
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146941
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The months leading up to that night were unbearable. It was as if a debt loomed over us begging to be paid. We both knew I would find you dangling at the end of a rope, it was only a matter of when.
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146900
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I'm getting self-righteous here, Dear Reader . . . [hey! wait a second! this is my diary! what are you doing, looking at it, dude! Hit the road! Scram! Vamoose!]
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146900
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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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146951
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I'd have gone even if I got F's for the entire two weeks. The homeless would have homes, the sick, medicine; the hungry would eat. They could not wait for the generosity of Kurban Bayramı. Now was the hour of relief. The children's eyes. Lambs whose bl
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146944
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Tears and tears and tears flowed
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14691614
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They are all sleeping, but I know better. I will keep watch and if he comes tonight I will be alert and ready. When he arrives he'll see the slack mouths, the graceless sprawls, hear the grunts, snorts and snores of the other women and then he'll sense me. My eyes will…
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146864
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She'd still rest her fingers on your back, and her smile still lit the lantern of your soul.
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1468179
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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude
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146800
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You and I will never meet. You will never even know I existed. Even in dreams you will never imagine me. Someone told me once that your sleeping mind cannot conjure up new faces. It just spits out all the ones you’ve ever seen and that’s it. That’s it.
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I was just sitting in the corner, stirring my stories with a straw that sucked characters out of bars.
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