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He was losing his fight with
malaria, but you would never
know it from his dreams
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162500
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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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162500
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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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162533
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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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162552
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You stand in the mirror. You see yourself. You stand sideways; your profile is always your best. You tuck in your stomach, you stick out your ass but it's the same. You stand face front. You shiver. The mirror adds weight to your already sagging breasts, the wrinkles…
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162574
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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162589
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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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162552
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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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1625910
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I wanna make
banana peel poems--
slippery little booby traps
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162520
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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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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162563
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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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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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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162499
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True story, I swear to God.
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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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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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1624136
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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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1624117
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I saw it coming from five feet
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This had the unintentional effect of me picturing her in a tight white top and tiny orange shorts. From up close like this, I had clearly misjudged her earlier. She could definitely be more than the quirky best friend in my movie.
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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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162474
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I break your flesh
and make music
on the harp of your bones.
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162364
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Sleep never fades away quickly. It has to be shaken off, layer by layer, before reality can reach you. That is the way every morning works for me. There are some days when I will sit at the edge of my bed for almost an hour, shedding remnants of dreams
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The note was a lie, multiplied through each member of its potential audience....
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