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Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
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Throughout breakfast Quebec kept watching this investor fellow, John Lytle. She tried remembering something about him, about when they'd first met. Her first impressions were very nearly always correct. But all she could bring to memory now was that it
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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148381
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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148331
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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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It turned out Eel’s brain corrects for imbalance, and he can only feel danger for a moment or two.
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“The beginning was good. That’s what he likes. The moment when you’re driving in the open air and your hair is flying and your skirt is whipping up around your knees, and he’s smoking, of all things, and happy and looking at you."
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I worry for the daffodils/
and there optimistic yellow bursts./
I worry for the over-eager clover,//
prodigious green on crepe myrtles,/
even for the early green of nut grass.
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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“Easter’s coming,” my wife says. “Should I dress as a bunny or a chicken?” she asks. She means for the costume party.
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Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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148331
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Your favorite nickname
existed only in the bright red
cherry smoldering
at the end of your smoke.
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148284
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When hadrons collide they’re not always Swiss. They may be cheese or neutral but that isn’t of my concern.
Look at them, touch them, feel them, the quirks of the antiquarks, masonic mesons, baron baryon.
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No one had told the newer tenants that the dead would be given votes, and they were in an uproar: it wasn’t legal; it wasn’t fair; it was creepy.
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It was only two days before Christmas. Jonathan remembered his mother crying.
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You held my hand when I hit the ground and told me the shakes would start soon.
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Things looked way too normal to be normal. The cold, gliding black eyed swans never once straying far from each other's wake, the cute blue jeaned lovers everyone secretly watched carefully picking their trickling way over small odd rocks and…
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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The best thing about being a cowboy is the cows.
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1482108
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hookers are better educated these days
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1482117
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BECAUSE to fuck is an incidental REASON to be here
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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148294
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In this lab, where I work 40 hours a week,
live the ghosts of questions asked.
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I sat at the kitchen counter, aware of a heaviness, a numbness, in my flesh, my bones, my mind. My dancer's body -- short, trim and 108 pounds -- felt as huge and unmoving as the…
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COLLEAGUES, ACQUAINTANCES SUSPECT MARK ZUCKERBERG IS A MASKED VIGILANTE
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But I don't see the cabinets, or know how to put the 4 chapters he's talking about today into the drawers that are invisible, floating, above his bed he's been in for a year, me sitting next to him, becoming a spinster.
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There she is. A paper doll of me. The dress, the lilt, the self-hatred. The crowd thins and swells in want of a scene. Conversations begin, pretend, then halt. My gin and tonic sweats into my hand and I lick at the…
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A university student who triggers a flash mob in the heart of Silicon Valley to prove her hacking creds finds herself in deep trouble when the colorful members of Anonymous Hackers prove their hacking creds to her.
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