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My heart hurts as I miss you here./This was your intention, I know./
And nor is my reaction unique.
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The monarchs that migrate to Mexico and California in the autumn every year live for only a month.
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Write a list of what's wrong with everyone else.
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the waves all green and gooey, all / pommes frites, ruinous, insolent, half / fractal
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I dropped out of college and flipped a coin, a 1929 half-dollar, and decided if heads, suicide. If tails, a life of perpetual travel.
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...where I grew up the only celebrity one could count on seeing was Santa Claus...
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He’d kept the parking space open. She used it most often, whenever she and her husband, an old drinking buddy, came to visit.
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In which Clint is sucked into a remarkably civilised but mildly deranged crime scene. There he encounters almost-blackmail, not-actually prostitution, probable-sex scandals, genuine-imposters & the very real theft of something incredibly important. Twice.
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I’m a black and white figure--out of place in a Saturday morning cartoon.
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I'm reading your remains.
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Snow Bird
Then Bess was officially a Snow Bird. She was on the waiting list to become a permanent resident at the camp as soon as the expansion they were planning was completed. But it was being held up by some county people who were doing every
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1.)At the corner deli, sweat dripping down my face, I ask for black, but Frankie adds milk. Just to spite me. Because I won't sleep with him. As if. Wonder what his wife would say? Punch me in the jaw, right? Like maybe the rules about holy wedlock vary…
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Jessie and Hannah drop mescaline together, and screw in an abandoned storefront crash pad. We call it the Rock Shop.
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Early reviews of Barney’s Version (the film) had prepared me for finding the book’s most amusing attributes – particularly its skewering of Quebec nationalist politics and Canadian cultural nationalism – left out. After all, turning a 417-page account of
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I was not the first to hear the dog speak, though I was, I think, the first who thought to listen.
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My first love was a woman of principle. Never deny your man was her motto.
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Tonight is our last night to dream.
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This morning, she woke to the banshee: “Individuals must get up early and put in a full day’s work in this economy!”
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I no longer go for walks without my bamboo stick. Tightly held in my hand, thin and light, it beats the invisible particles which try to land on me and bite. My face is hidden as in shame under a rough gag, my hands are getting rusty, missing the touch of other hands. My…
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“Your sister is a slut,” said Ma to me over supper.
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Roger's assigned route had him picking up medical waste at most of the plastic surgery offices in town. He smelled it on his skin by the end of the day. The plastic surgery places were less of a hassle than the hospital and worlds away from the free c
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I didn't really know her. Yet, to me, she and her friends epitomized the local hip scene.
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Should I have shooed the cats from my bed? Shaken awake the silky tangle of feline true love curled at my feet? Shut their bedroom door against them? Perhaps, maybe, I don’t know.
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It was Judge Fogarty who said “Thirty days in the market—take him away. Give him a good broom to sweep with—take him away.”
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"This story isn’t about you, even if it seems as though it is."
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The sky is orange and red. It’s getting dark out by the time Sophie goes inside to tell Mom. The colors of everything fade together and turn gray, even the grass and my pink bicycle.
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One dinner party, two couples, three bottles of wine.
A moonbeam shone on the balcony. They felt a slight shifting under their chairs and heard a quiet scraping sound, then the apartment slid out from the building and lifted away.
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"Her actions in the city seemed invariably designed to destroy that person, which she’d worked so hard all her life to become."
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A solitary snake, his belly full, stretched out in the sun. His uncoiling swept sand and small rocks to the left and right. Ah, he thought, I have the power to move mountains from my path. See how the lowly earth makes way for my comfort.
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