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The kid with a testosterone chip
Instead of a brain
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165922
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He just had to tell somebody. Anybody.
So he called up his publisher, L., who agreed to meet him at Oliveira’s for a drink. It only took about ten minutes to walk there from his big duplex in the Elmwood, where he was still living with his wife among
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165921
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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165951
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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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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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165920
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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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165861
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You look at people
and despise them all.
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1658115
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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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165896
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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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165886
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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1658105
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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165841
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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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1658128
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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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165820
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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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165872
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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165888
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“I won't live here,” Beth said, waving her hand to indicate the small Southern town in which they were having dinner—the most delicious fried chicken either of them had ever tasted—in a restaurant located in an antebellum mansion. She looked…
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165766
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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165770
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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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1657147
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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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165700
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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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165788
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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165777
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The whole thing is broken. It's like an egg. I'm not saying this to get you to say something else in the sunny opposite direction of the tattooed scar upon my painted backyard scene. I don't really care. It's only on me. Not on you. I'm glad as…
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1657104
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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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165722
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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1657124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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165700
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I'm subconsciously a sucker for guys who are no good for my
self-esteem. Or waistline.
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165742
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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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