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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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166231
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As a rule, she calls me whenever she’s waiting for her train or bus. ‘Hiya… How’s life-’ she starts off sweetly. Even though I should know better by now, I can only respond in the same old way. I’ll say: ‘Hi Kate!’. Next, I’ll try to te
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166262
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I took a lover on Ibiza either because he was clean-smelling or because he had a hotel room and there were none to be had.
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166285
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Marv felt a stirring. Warmth in his gut. "Maybe we should get together," Marv said.
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166170
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I heard this story from my grandmother who heard it from her grandmother who heard it from an uncle, who was a monkey.
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166176
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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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166100
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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166121
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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166100
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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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166172
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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166165
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Cézanne sags during a moment of paint. There is an umbrella in the room whose surface collects his thoughts. Outside, in the rain, the grass and garden smell strongly of spring. Fruit litters the table. Light through the window writhes in conversation with shape and…
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1660115
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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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166000
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I figure maybe I’m mostly alone; they are all running down staircases or falling down fire escapes, some of them naked, some of them with towels, mostly probably naked though.
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What was so bad about other religions that their followers were automatically condemned to eternal damnation? The priests were so convincing when they claimed Christ was the only true way.
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1660105
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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16601010
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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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1660128
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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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1660128
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Trigger warning: casualties of war.
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1660118
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He liked to take pictures of her, and she liked to pose. It made her horny, she said.
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166020
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He gave her cancer. He gave her cancer.
Not what she said. She said her relationship gave her cancer. Her relationship with him. Gave her cancer.
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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1659147
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like the dome of an immense lamp
like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe
like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide
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165986
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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165941
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In mid dream, mid journey, there's a barrier we must cross, flat and vast like an ocean. We're told the barrier is a monster. To cross the barrier we must maim one of its eyes. There, rising to the surface is half a large…
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165988
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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16591211
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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165921
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You were gone, long gone, and I could no longer smell your scent as I walked through the empty house. I couldn't bring myself to unpack the boxes, and they lurked like a forest of overgrown drab Legos.
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165972
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"Penning a slight of tongue well versed
or worse, a salacious lie..."
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I went to a drum circle next night under the full moon in May, scotch broom and lilacs blooming. One does not inhale such aphrodisiacs without losing one’s balance. There were children of druids and pagans and stregas from lands over the sea, lands beyo
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