1613 21 7
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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1613 14 12
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You call your wife. “Do you see what I see?” you ask.
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1612 3 3
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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1612 0 0
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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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1612 1 0
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At last one of the men on the line bowed his head in a silent prayer for deliverance from what was about to come, then lifted his head and shouted loudly for his fellows to charge.
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1612 0 0
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“A shibboleth is a test—a way to separate da wheat from da chaff that's as old as the Bible, but as new as the latest trend in men's fashions,” Gus says.
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1612 5 3
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For reasons he couldn't fathom, his motorcycle only moved in reverse. He engaged the engine and lurched backward hard. He called a friend, a gear-head with perpetually dirty nails, asked him to look it over.
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1612 7 4
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There is a rock somewhere with the truth of the sky in it, the glitter of otherworldly charms that falsify the ugliness of the literal.
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1612 1 2
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“Choices overwhelmed us,” Thomas continued, years later, “like waves crashing.”
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1612 2 1
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She picked the fish out of the box leaving a pool of mucus and blood slowly congealing on the shelf and dripped it toward the kitchen table. Outside the wind lashed the tops of the poplar trees together and rain sprayed from the barn roof opposite.
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1612 6 6
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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1612 1 1
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When we started plans for the party, none of us wanted Larry to die, most of all Larry himself.
Actually, when we first started plans for the party, Larry wasn’t dying.
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1612 6 5
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I got on the Greyhound Bus at 11 a.m. and sat by myself staring out the window. I could see the reflection of my own dark beard in the window, a 27 year-old man with a huge poem bursting my heart, gasping to get out into the bright lit-up world out there,
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1612 6 5
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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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1611 10 10
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As if to ask if I'm okay, as if to ask aren't we the same two on this wet December morning as ever, as yesterday, a month ago even, she shoots me a look as I stand by the bed, then her sane mild brown eyes…
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1611 2 2
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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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1611 10 6
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She is face down in the snow
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1611 12 10
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The kid with a testosterone chip
Instead of a brain
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1611 0 0
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Under the darkness of their new city. The heave and moan of structures as they breathed and pulsed. Under the darkness of this city, under the hum of their florescent bulbs and the tumbling rattle of motorcars, the wheeze of their machines and the clank o
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1611 3 1
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1611 0 0
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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1611 9 3
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You looked like someone I didn't want to know. I guess that's why I got in the car that night. My penchant for self-destruction was aroused by your black nail polish and the lavender circles under your eyes. You looked like someone that could hurt me, yeah, that's why I got…
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1611 3 0
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white-gray mounds persist
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1611 5 3
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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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1611 7 7
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He laughs and runs just like the other boys even though he doesn’t have a father now, just his mom.
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1611 7 4
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Food is silly. Eating is silly. Yet the camaraderie of sharing a table is not silly. It is sacred. It becomes silly when the jello arrives.
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1611 2 1
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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1611 8 0
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1611 10 8
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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