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Mr. Blumberg and I sat side by side on a small couch in the family room. He was watching a football game on TV.
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162500
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At 7:30 that evening my brother knocked on Parker's front door. When I went to let him in, sweat was running off Darrell's head like he'd been hit by a water balloon. The air was absolutely unmoving, and there was the smell of tar from the asphalt in th
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162531
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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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162585
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The army was bulldozing grandmother's house.
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162411
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Then he took the tune out to Ben Clarone land. The horn was beautiful, if leaky. His fingers flew over the keys.
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162400
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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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162433
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Her funeral was scheduled for the following Monday, and of course Claudia would attend. Trouble was, Monday was a workday for my parents. So when neither Mother nor Claudia could find somebody else on short notice to keep me, it was decided that I would a
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162411
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Barbie wore only her clear pink heels...
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162475
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The easiest and most legal way to pick up a woman is to take a single, writer friend with you to a bar. While there, look for the woman you are interested in. Her? Are you sure? Okay then. Next, tell your writer friend that the woman keeps looking at him when he's…
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162400
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That old woman's got to be senile or something. The other day she asked my daughter if I had a "thing about water." Sharon told her I didn't, but then came right in and asked me, "Mother, you got a thing about water?"
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162474
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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162495
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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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162475
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The receipts all fell into the black leather valise he’d retrieved from storage that afternoon, except for the forty-eight cents, which wound up in the right front pocket of his jeans.
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1624910
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I wanna make
banana peel poems--
slippery little booby traps
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1624127
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162497
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Out in the world again, pretending to belong.
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162422
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Just as one thing I say is “Don’t worry about me,” one thing I think is that you love somebody by living with them...
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162495
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The instant you remember
gratitude
with enough focus to spring free its power...
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162474
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I break your flesh
and make music
on the harp of your bones.
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162382
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Marge bought the rug on-line.
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162300
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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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162396
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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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1623136
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It wasn't so much the softness of the bed that kept her from sleep, or the pungent bleach-scent of the unfamiliar sheets, but the lack of her clock's familiar tick, tick, tick. Or was it a missing heartbeat? Awake, she watched his chest. On the table, an empty pill …
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162362
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Living lower on the hog than anticipated
lower on the hog than previously expected
lower on the hog than desired
Living on the underside of the hog belly
pretty much bouncing on the ground
beneath the aforementioned hog belly
Living clos
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162352
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Billie Holiday and I want a cup of coffee and they tell us to go fuck ourselves.
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162320
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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162311
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The highway stretches out in front of me, a black ribbon winding into the future; a collapsing probability of possibility connecting me with the past and through it to the future.
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162365
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With each step, that cold hand steals ever upward.
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162365
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162363
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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