1631 12 5
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the memories return like they do every year at this time
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163142
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There was a small slanted hole through the edge of the door, and another one in the door frame. She pushed the door closed to check. The holes matched up.
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163100
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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163182
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Mom wraps a bulky-knit scarf around my face and over my mouth. She tightens it into a big knot in back of my collar.
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163122
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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163131
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It was cloudy, the way he liked it -- no baking in the sun. People passed occasionally. He sniffed at the joggers, “Health Nuts,” he dubbed them. He hadn’t exercised since his last high school gym class.
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163186
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Our afterlife depends upon//
what interesting shape
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163164
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This Tippy’s name was Cheryl — something both of them were so far not committing to paper or saying. Unusual in a salesman, she thought. He is insincere and intends to sell her something.
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163066
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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163033
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163000
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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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163082
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13 rooks on a lifeless tree
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163021
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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163074
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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163031
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163010
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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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16301716
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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163033
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By February, I had decided,
That you'd tear out my throat every morning
if it meant your favorite song would play from my neck.
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163074
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I don’t want to debate polemics while I’m sweaty and naked. I just want my hair cut.
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163042
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THE man in the tent with the stick points to the chart on the wall and says to us all: the stats point to the end of the war by the end of the fall. A just war, not just oil. Just then Allah's shadow comes over the scene. He's here to stiffen his troops with some …
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163053
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Twenty-two tornadoes tore through Toronto, spiraling steel and stone to the streets where she stood, texting her best friend.
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1630104
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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163072
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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16301112
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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162961
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You look at people
and despise them all.
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162910
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He first saw her stepping off a water taxi by the Long Docks in the rain at night, her right arm atrophied from some early childhood disease, dangling like an apology, her other holding a cigarette. Her wet black hair hung past her shoulders and her eyes
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16291911
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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162952
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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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162922
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Past the pavilion, past the factory, past the underside of the bridge where the surfers jimmy their sloppy fingers over the oil barrels.
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162993
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5 Narratives From The Field Museum (Naturally) 1. The American wife asked her French husband why it took him 50 words to ask which pass they would need. He said, “Because it does,” and they argued more, each in their own words. 2. The child…
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