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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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151171
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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
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151172
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”
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15111112
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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1511106
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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151000
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I catch a glimpse of myself in the small mirror on the adjacent wall and find myself becoming shy at my own reflection, which is ludicrous in theory, shying away from oneself, but as I lock onto the few freckles I have spread neatly on both cheeks...
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151001
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I have cherished the memory of that meal since and have sought out Indian restaurants all over the world. San later told me that the best Indian food was to be had in London
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151000
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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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151000
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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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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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His shirt, striped, fuzzy, is of fabric like velour and wreaks havoc with sunlight. His seat faces the aisle, I am sitting forward-faced across the aisle, we are on a half-full city bus, this afternoon.It is a funny shirt so I smile. I am not smiling because of…
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The boy was sure of something,She was just the one. The girl was sure of nothing, Her life had just begun. For him, he'd found his partner, There was never any doubt. For her, he was fine for now, But there was more to learn about. He thought it was a perfect…
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151053
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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151000
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Sir Reginald Lionel Windsworth described the match in Englishmen's Lahore Gazette as, "A plethora of mistakes and complete absence of human sense."
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151085
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collars of obedience /
discarded in the pyre /
with draft cards and bras
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150922
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Mo Dean woke up sober.
And tired.
Tired of life, of soiled pants, rash, vomit, and whiskey sweat. Tired of holes in his pockets and blisters on his feet, of hanging signs asking for dimes and getting only pennies. And most of all, tired of the police.
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150900
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It was like Azure was dictating the tempo of a song. Fluid in motion, and a story told.
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150996
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150981
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The thing Bentley remembered most about her was she had no body odor. None.
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150962
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“He put his stuff down—sunglasses, lotion and so forth—and I noticed there’s a little notebook that he didn’t have before.‘What’s that?’” I asked, and he said ‘Nothing.’”
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150910
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["LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ... SO ... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!"]
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150921
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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150961
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I was quite alone in this small room with the tarp and the dying fire.
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150811
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Background
foreground
life in the middle
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150800
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And it's a tough thing
to become a father,
a contradiction;
guiding a child to avoid the things
that you know about so well.
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150855
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beat them with fists and purses.
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150886
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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150887
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It doesn't take a genius to figure how he sank, in the drink, like Jeff Buckley. Like a stone.
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