1500 8 8
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His mother was a ballerina.
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150043
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Don't throw earth on bones.
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15001212
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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150011
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Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
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150032
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How does a mixed couple come together in the Troubles?
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15001410
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In those years,
you and I were told to leap
for a world suffused with sound
and industry.
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15001613
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He'd hung above her head for months.
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150021
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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150010
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Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
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1500136
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150044
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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”
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149900
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“Would you look at that one!” my father said.
“Who did she know?” my mother asked.
“Who did she blow?” my father said loudly, and burst out laughing. I laughed too, although I didn't know why.
My mother shot him one
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149932
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“Hi. I’m Rita Bates,” I had said. “Can I sit here?
The boy who introduced himself as Thomas told me I could, so I did, and his friends all introduced themselves in turn. Around the table there was Bev, Ernest, someone whose name started with an F – maybe
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149976
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you might as well be blind
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149900
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Jumping from roof to roof, Keiko and Rumiko remained quiet after hearing Mayumi’s story. They saw the shrine ahead but they knew they were going to run out of buildings to stay above.
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149995
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I fully intend to show Hamilton the delights of soft Oriental carpeting and a delicious new position I learned not long ago. It involves a silk scarf, a leather strap and some aromatic herbs.
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1499133
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—It’s difficult to say, he said. I have mood swings. Women don’t like that. They become upset.
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1499138
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She bought a dog with short legs to make her own legs look longer.
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149987
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Cat fight. I rush outside and swinging my trusty broom I charge the rolling yowling ball of black fur.
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1499136
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She’s changed leaves to emeralds. Worn a shawl of inked birds’ wings.
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149942
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THE man in the tent with the stick points to the chart on the wall and says to us all: the stats point to the end of the war by the end of the fall. A just war, not just oil. Just then Allah's shadow comes over the scene. He's here to stiffen his troops with some …
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149933
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Her body: normal as a body, a baby’s body: skin and eyes.
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149997
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MOSAIC Your eyes coal-rimmed, busted, burned by betrayal. You and I, knee to knuckle, skinny with disorders and blurred around our edges. Challenged by our experience and the ash of past-love dusting the grate, the state, the…
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149932
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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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149962
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Chubby. Plump. Pudgy. Portly. Bulky. Buxom. Rotund. Ample. Hefty. Corpulent. Zaftig.
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149855
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I guess you’re gone now
That’s okay
I guess I can live with my own ghosts
I had no idea
What it meant
But now I do
It meant I was standing
At the end of everything
And did not know it
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149884
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We brought oxygen with us because we knew, everyone knows, there is no air on Mars. Everyone told us this as they waved goodbye back on Earth. Jay's mom even said, “Goodbye, honey, have a nice time and remember, there's no air on Mars. Are you aware of that?”…
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149841
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Third time that day, he was on me. On me like bees to a flower (or flies on shit, he'd correct me, no doubt). Sucking sweet nectar and breathing that breath — damn that breath — 'round my head, in my ear, pestering, bugging, like a bee he annoyed me.
B
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149863
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There’s an unending parade of drifters, outlaws and crazies and I always have to watch my back, but, then again, that’s nothing new.
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149812
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I have no confidence that you'll complete the task. Shit, you probably don't even understand it in the slightest.
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