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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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156077
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I spent most of those days in my car. Stashed in the trunk was a cache of precious stones, neatly sorted and separated, bound in smooth black velvet inside a smooth black briefcase.
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155921
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The next week, she sends a small white box in the mail / with tissue paper, a ceramic mold the color of bleached bone—
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155922
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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes
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155963
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It was only a dream. No one died, nor were they even harmed. So horrifying!
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155944
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My father's cousin is Salem the Dead.
Famed, an infant Lazarus of Libya,
he was brought lifeless from the womb,
yet awoke to the chill of a mortuary slab.
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1559136
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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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155920
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The rocket shone in the distance. Cape Canaveral had never looked so pretty.
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155944
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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155921
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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155910
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[WARNING: DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 'R XMAS!]
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155952
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I’ve just moved to New York City and, somehow, Scarlett Johansson is at the same party I’m at.
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155811
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It’s last call for the Class of 2001, their five-year reunion drawing to a close, and Brenner, in his standard t-shirt and holey jeans, has just arrived.
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155854
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“Sixty-seven responses!” Al Edelstein announces at the first meeting of the search committee. It has been just two weeks since Rabbi Feldman dropped dead of a heart attack and just a week since the congregation ran the ad: “Help Wanted: Orthodox Rabbi. Im
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155833
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I can't take it bird by bird because I have neither.
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155855
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There was a certain romanticism in it, the salty old man sidling up to me at a bar, rhapsodizing in a slurred stream of conscious about the state of the world, the country, the state of his own heart. He didn't have an eye patch nor beard, nor was he…
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1558108
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I bit her ear and /
it was burnt toast
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155854
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...That flash of horror as well as the lie that replaced it were mirrors of sorts and both told the truth.
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155886
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Mrs. L. was sitting on a love seat in her nightgown. She was sitting in a man’s lap....
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1558116
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On my honeymoon, we went upstate to the Catskill Mountains.
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155820
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On Martini Business Nights the rules of decorum were written by Esquire or Playboy.The red bar-side book divulges the secrets brewed with ice, libation and a sleek chrome shaker, because its all about the accoutrement, and technique. Mr Boston said that, NOT James Bond. If…
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1558148
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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.
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155853
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155841
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We cannot love the past...
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1558107
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For you have waited. And waited and waited. And soon your slice of bread will be ready.
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155788
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1557169
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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155733
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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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155795
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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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155777
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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