1540 9 8
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It is true that the college dogs spread vermin, reeked and shat on the soccer field...
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154020
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Vegas is turning out to be my kind of town. Easy money, free booze, and everyone is too overstimulated to realize I’m broadcasting right into their noggins.
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15401010
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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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154011
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Noah's diagnosis takes several years. A doctor from North Carolina reading his case dubs the condition Bootlegger’s Syndrome.
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154044
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Tears and tears and tears flowed
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154000
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There were echoes all around them, their shadows delirious and only existed in short spurts under the breath of the streetlights. They danced as their cigarettes leaked calligraphy across the night sky and she tried to trace it with her finger. He asked her what it said…
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“I won't live here,” Beth said, waving her hand to indicate the small Southern town in which they were having dinner—the most delicious fried chicken either of them had ever tasted—in a restaurant located in an antebellum mansion. She looked…
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153976
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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153941
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I'm in our bed eating yesterday's pizza and chain-watching pirated foreign horror films
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153953
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For reasons he couldn't fathom, his motorcycle only moved in reverse. He engaged the engine and lurched backward hard. He called a friend, a gear-head with perpetually dirty nails, asked him to look it over.
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153942
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Although badly educated, and although the Michoacána fought to deny it, she held the complex notion that borders are not abrupt lines, simple artifacts of geography and cartography.
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153922
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an awkward stage between
glued popsicle stick marsupial,
and mechanical tin foil mammal.
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1539139
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I don’t remember much about kindergarten.... The teacher’s name was Mrs. Halverson. She was nice.
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153977
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The whole thing is broken. It's like an egg. I'm not saying this to get you to say something else in the sunny opposite direction of the tattooed scar upon my painted backyard scene. I don't really care. It's only on me. Not on you. I'm glad as…
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153910
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I lie on the floor of the hut and for some reason I start to think about the Harvest Days carnival and that game where you have to toss a dime in a dish to win a stuffed animal. Next thing you know I’m a little tiny guy in there in that world of plates
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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153966
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This tall, very blonde, very female, friend of mine. . . .
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153900
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I'm subconsciously a sucker for guys who are no good for my
self-esteem. Or waistline.
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1539115
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“I’m tired, Art” The Virgin said. She was already curled up beside their dog,
Lance.
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153855
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F.B.I. then or: "I said later 'for a boob job' and imagined her, a public lawyer, wandering Arizona on foot unable to hide a Playboy-Mansion style rack."
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153885
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Remember when I entered a room and turned heads
is my youthful charm a sputtering fire in the hearth
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Nothing about it//
is attractive- its color, it’s design,/
it’s market value. I leave it be and watch
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1538147
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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153811
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1. The sparrows' heads revolve slowly when you press the red button, but the boxing glove attachments don't work.2. A weird weaving of voices, unmusical harmony. One phrase punctures the texture: “The empty slot.”3. Poems are processed into more useful verbal…
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153842
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I started walking around the Jube like any other sheep, lemming, or penguin: passing plate glass windows, one after another.
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153800
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As airplanes fly low over her children playing in the kiddie pool on the front lawn, Maureen learns something else about her father's new house that lies in the flight path of an international airport.
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153800
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Home is where my parents live and my relatives visit.
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153700
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Everybody knew Billy Miller. He had messy hair and crooked teeth that he hid behind a thin-lipped smile. He and his friend Jimmy Rodgers, who everyone called Cock on account of his red hair that stuck up like a comb, were inseparable. They liked to ste
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