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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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149853
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Sometime in the late 60s when I was thirteen I had this paper route for the San Mateo Times.
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1498158
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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149863
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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149851
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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149800
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He must have been pleased with his composition, as he repeated and repeated and repeated it. Paul joined in the song. Then the children at neighboring tables joined too, until the song rose into a dining hall chorus.
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14981614
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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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149700
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The sound built up, louder and louder causing birds and insects to fly into the air. Then it stopped.
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149796
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I held her hand through two divorces, I warned her that gorgeous Geoffrey was homosexual when she was oblivious, and I fed her children when she was off at rehab (four times before it 'took').
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149741
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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149733
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That’s true, you know, what they said about the drummer and spontaneous combustion.
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1497116
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I might wish I was anything
including some dust on the shelf
where maybe I might blow away
unseen like the coming of rust
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149794
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Creep up behind me one day and prick my skin. I promise you won’t draw blood – for it is ink that will spurt from my veins.
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149700
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When we talked about the lasagna, we were, I see now, talking about different things. I.e., I was talking about lasagna, and you were talking about almost everything but. You weren't talking about the dry, burnt noodles or…
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149720
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14971711
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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149600
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“Jesus Christ!” the man screams in pain, and a chorus of “Ewww” is heard from the girls' bench, where the severed body part has landed in a Yoplait strawberry yogurt.
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149654
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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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149600
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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149644
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I try to enjoy my bookbut the mannequins keep tapping at the windowWhen I look up they vanish Outsidefibreglass clouds are kept in placeby invisible wires——Sometimes the mannequins …
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149600
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The artist leans back in his chair, smoking a cigarette
after lunch, looking away from the table toward the right
He is dressed in white, and he's practically stretched out
his entire length, to relax after rowing the boat all
morning. Sunlight
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14961920
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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.
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149631
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149632
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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1496138
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1496217
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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149640
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A short triangular plastic shovels into the/White plastic container filled with topaz crystal-like/Salt granulars. Scratchy sandy sounds echo.
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149660
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We may not be capable of even trying to appreciate the fact of mortality until we are somewhat older—let's say 18 years old. But, from the age of 18 until we die—and die we will; we know that—we have the opportunity to spend some time thinking abou
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149555
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Now as my fearful hand goes unwittingly up I search the faraway trees for the closest possible answer I know I don't know. The clever waiting beast is looking my way with an intelligent roving eye that says he likes to hit. It doesn't matter. You're worse…
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149574
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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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