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A week ago, Lina had felt a pain crack over her right eyebrow. It was there every day, creeping from her ear to the middle of her forehead.
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1638104
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I do this when I think of you. Today we took the first steps towards you're never here.
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163845
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Lawrence Light had two degrees: business and theology. I liked the clean font he chose for his resume. At the interview, his face was open. His eyes were bright.
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163888
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If I saw a little old man out there, a fellow with a hunched up back, I shouldn't be afraid.
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163842
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Something was changing.
We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.
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163832
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The night we broke into Bron-yr-Aur it was too cold to make love. I said I wasn't horny anyway. You put your hand on my forehead: Are you ill?
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16381412
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You call your wife. “Do you see what I see?” you ask.
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163820
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In traffic I cry bloody murder, but my bloodlust subsides once I'm in Valhalla. Chip Whitehead wants to see me on the 22nd floor before I start my shift. Charlie and the other suits have been looking at me funny since I sent Chip a memo suggesting the recession…
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163761
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You look at people
and despise them all.
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163766
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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163774
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I wonder how many crumbs
he can drop to make a cookie,
whole, so I can relax a little
and throw out the self help books
about how I'm not right in
the motherfucking head,
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163762
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Eddie meets Sarah Packard, a “college girl” played by Piper Laurie. She walks with a limp, a fact Eddie doesn’t notice at first because she’s sitting down at a diner table in a bus station. She’s alcoholic and writes poetry.
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163775
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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163753
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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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163722
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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1637124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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strung from her window to a tree
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Two summers later, the ritual began. Carol left her house at midnight, having served her husband and daughter a heavy dinner that left them caged in their sleep. She was like a thief working in reverse: she rose from bed with her husband’s first snore,
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163796
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Everyone loves a story of love
unrequited.
But what about the stories
of the unrequited lovee?
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16371112
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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163633
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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163600
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Sora collapsed on the wall to Azure’s squeals. She felt her arm lifted up and placed around Azure’s shoulder.
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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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163676
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In human rights, a man and a woman may marry and bring forth a family. It is a civil right in the U.S. but not a human right (as far as I know) to raise a child singly without the knowledge of the other parent.
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163686
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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163642
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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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the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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163600
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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I was raised in a big city in the slow South. I know a little about cross cultural dining and where Delta Blues collides with Sly Stone, Al Green, and Zeppelin. Dirty rice in the Dirty South. Fried chicken, collards, and pintos. Fried velveeta…
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