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We lie sleepless at night, enraged,/
and finger the keyboard
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145940
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After sportscasters announced the assassination and while the reverberations of the words were still fading people were already shouting
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145922
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Why yes I began writing this, my bildungsroman, Who is Mitsy Jackson, in spring, 1974 or thereabouts, and thank you so much for asking.
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145987
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The first thing I saw was a sandal, but it didn't exactly look priestly. It was golden and glowing, and the foot it was strapped to had red painted nails. The straps wrapped around her ankles, and up her slender leg, tied off in a bow below the knee.
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145999
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True story, I swear to God.
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145944
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He keeps saying it,
babbles the term like he knows what it means
and we wince and interject with mama,
mama,
mama,
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145920
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With a roar and short burst of flame, the dragon awoke, startled.
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1459198
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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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145900
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The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .
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145931
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On the news they said that there was a baby born in a stable. There are rumours that he may be the son of God but initial reports are unconfirmed.
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145876
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I read it all wrong. In writing her novel, I thought Marilynne Robinson was writing about twins — writing, in some way, about me. Instead, these characters, Lucille and Ruthie, were standard sisters, one older than the other. In fact, Robinson explains th
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145873
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I did do one nice thing for you
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145800
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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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145811
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Roanne hungered. Memory had ruled her forever. Shards really, edged like machetes: daddy, whose fingers had eyes in the dark. Momma, ensconced in the shadows. Inside the church, those pairs of short…
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145822
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He was just walking along, making sure that no white, Hispanic, Native American or Asian people were doing anything illegal when he noticed the young black man walking down the street.
He hadn't meant to.
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145863
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A week ago, Lina had felt a pain crack over her right eyebrow. It was there every day, creeping from her ear to the middle of her forehead.
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14581510
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when the mirror cracks
my eyes won't cry
it's a perfectly
respectable (romance)
between her and i
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145800
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"I want more grandchildren to spoil," the woman said. Will took a swig of beer at such moments. Maxine only answered with “someday” and looked over toward her husband. She knew it was his fault, didn’t really know why, but blamed him anyway.
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145800
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Still as the knife on the counter there still. Like mothballs in a chest. One with clear bags and newspaper clippings and your scarf inside it. The baby girl could put a mothball in her mouth and suck it like a penny. The way too close to a light bulb bur
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145763
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"Eye contact is essential as it shows confidence. I walk with purpose and hope that my skirt isn’t too short. "
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1457126
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forced to submit/
to reasonableness//
and universal healthcare.
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145731
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"She saw they were absorbed in making faces at each other with a smartphone app that enlarged a mouth."
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1457108
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no more trying to keep / the peace, no more trying / to keep every person happy. / Just this: no more.
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145755
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This story is falling head-first into a mud-puddle.
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145766
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The Misses Moses by Brad Watson from Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives The Moses sisters lived together, alone, in the fine old brick house near downtown where they…
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145721
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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1457168
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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew
leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.
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145722
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They coo and gurgle in the warmth of twig and down. They are so delicate, hard to look at without thinking of death. I tell them I want for them chief among all things strength, speed, resilience.
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