1477 10 6
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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147700
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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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147655
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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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1476278
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She asked if I needed to be measured for size “to make sure they feel really good on you,” her lips all gloss and smile. I was nineteen and knew my size but changes in weight had caused fluctuations before so maybe I'd be different…
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147675
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...a headwater stream that has never had a name....
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147666
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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147640
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"Dennis," she started "exactly what the fuck are you looking at?"
"Your tits" I replied.
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147611
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On an overcast and humid day in August, Jesus—with Dad’s permission, of course—decided to make his grand return.
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147663
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Another bird hits the large plate glass patio doors as I am sipping my morning coffee.
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14761211
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1475179
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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude
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147531
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If this is trouble, please call someone else.
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147511
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Barbie wore only her clear pink heels...
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147552
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This is Peter’s office. The room is small, and the wood paneling is painted white. Light colors, Peter has been told, make a room appear larger.
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1475116
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You treat them like I’m hungry.
Fix it.
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147556
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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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147500
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That old woman's got to be senile or something. The other day she asked my daughter if I had a "thing about water." Sharon told her I didn't, but then came right in and asked me, "Mother, you got a thing about water?"
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147560
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147532
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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147555
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Vibrations of a cavern a mile beneath silver willows.At two in the morning beyond the Sheratona lumination of pollution intercedes realism.Cardinals and doves develop their melodyprogressively caught in beat/heart echoes,as with spelunker canaries fluting noxious gasa small…
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147587
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Cat fight. I rush outside and swinging my trusty broom I charge the rolling yowling ball of black fur.
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147521
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Boys start fires all the time— it's a rite of passage— so when your father gives you the task of setting fire to the family's trash, you don't mind, and when the flames ignite inside the old dishwasher he heaved into the woods behind the house, you…
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147521
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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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147510
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Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
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147454
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Everyone hoped to be assigned somewhere they could just drop in on their way home for Memorial Day weekend. Someone said, Blake, you’re single. You hate your family, don’t you?
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1474167
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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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147462
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“He put his stuff down—sunglasses, lotion and so forth—and I noticed there’s a little notebook that he didn’t have before.‘What’s that?’” I asked, and he said ‘Nothing.’”
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147488
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Light slunk in from under a door, but just a sliver.
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