1719 9 4
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Once upon a time there was a Vietnamese restaurant. And then there were two, and four, and eight...
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171922
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There she is. A paper doll of me. The dress, the lilt, the self-hatred. The crowd thins and swells in want of a scene. Conversations begin, pretend, then halt. My gin and tonic sweats into my hand and I lick at the…
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171966
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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171997
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171986
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Your laugh used to startle the nurses.
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171970
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On the way to the drinking fountain, Elysia Martin, a third grader at St. Michael's Parochial School, heard a voice calling her name. When she turned toward the white plaster statue of the Virgin Mary that sat between twin hedges in the rose garden, she
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171900
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The sound of the crowd’s excitement, their smiles, and laughter started to turn Mayumi’s thoughts about life in the Magi world.
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171931
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The TV projects from an insect arm. It has the face of my ex-husband, smiling and void. I like to set small fires and inhale them.
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1719149
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Each day, they trot the coiffed/
and painted cadavers across the stage.
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1719198
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A proper study of human history should
lead the student to an inescapable desire
to commit suicide
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171922
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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171976
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171911
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The crowd- which consisted of exclusively men with beards and djembe drums and women with hairly legs poking out of corduroy patchwork skirts- cowered and crawled in fear around the angry man-bomb, mortally frightened yet encouraged to shimmy because the
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171800
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Late spring, summer before cancer. Frank drove Max and his pal Jason to Cincinnati for their first rock show. Less Than Jake at Bogart's. A two-hour drive for ska-punk.
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171811
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171880
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171800
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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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171842
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A is a hole in the series of letters, each of which is also a hole in the series of letters.
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171811
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171720
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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171796
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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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171774
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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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1717172
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You can tend to recognise the difference between a good and mediocre mind by observing how each reacts to a misfired original idea.The mediocre mind will praise the merely meretricious, but ignore the more interesting bad art. The higher mind will value the misfired…
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171765
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I wake up on the edge of the mattress, teetering. The dog is looking at me funny.
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171722
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So it's me and two other girls...
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171711
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...the dead have...communicated into the high tech microwave towers of modern Prague. And their messages now may mount to the stars, confusing millions.
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171711
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The waves assisted in pushing him forward, until he reached the dry sand. He saw a small resort town ahead. The lights were out in the businesses and homes.
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171720
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From somewhere beneath the train, steam rose, which was—of course—puzzling as the train was powered by electricity. The steam condensed on the windows of the cars, making tears streak across the surface. Perhaps that was why the woman’s cheeks were shinin
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171721
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Last night Jim taught me how to catch forks. Meaning, he taught me how to throw them. But he called it catching forks. It was late, and we were low down 3rd street, south of the Bay Bridge, the baseball stadium, all the people and cars, on top of a warehouse. There were a…
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17161511
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Poor, pocked Ceres- dwarf planet/
trapped among mere asteroids-
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