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He came running out of his narrow little shop, Berthillon
and chased me down the Ilse St. Louis street, saying,
“Monsieur, Monsieur, nous avon pamplemousse!
It’s ici, Monsieur. Your pamplemousse.
They just come in this matin, morning
and I’
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not of time, but of all the clocks/
that tick along toward the end/
of all the possibilities.
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Running into the fire, the smoke and the chaos;
selfless first responders, innocent bystanders,
and dedicated runners
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She allowed him to wash her hair. Touching it in a wet state, running his hands through it in a soapy state, wringing the water out when he was finished—he was ecstatic.
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Or, today, when early summer sweated the long pants off every woman under the age of thirty. Did I notice the way you looked at them for one, two, three seconds; then didn't, partial to short-shorts. It was sly how you kept them in your line of sight, alm
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Microscopic purposes emerged//
with their combinations and permutations
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“We know you’re in there, motherfucker. Step out, slowly, and we might keep you fit for an open casket funeral."
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His looks were polished like his shoes, his hair as black. No one would have guessed he made his living as a thief.
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Snipers wear camouflage clothing to avoid being seen. It wouldn’t do for a sniper to be seen because then the sniper might become the snipee.
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They found it naught however as it was lost at metro stops, canceled appointments and in ever dimming light that failed to reflect what was instead of what could have been.
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It was the middle of May when I found out my teacher was screwing my mother.
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Everybody called her The Crier because from time to time we would hear her crying.
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The night is very clear and unusually cold. We are so near to the star that its light banishes the darkness that tries futilely to extinguish it. A small village twinkles in the foothills to our east. The cry of a lost sheep cuts the night like a blade
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Zorro lived in his mother’s basement until he could get back on his feet.
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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
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"His middle name is Valentine, and when asked about it, he isn't sure why."
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The Rapture comes and goes unannounced in carbonated soda bubbles spicing the air.
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She didn’t think of herself as an undesirable, no, she didn’t, but did find herself cowering in face of the presumed judgment of those around her. They had more money, more clout, more everything.
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I read it all wrong. In writing her novel, I thought Marilynne Robinson was writing about twins — writing, in some way, about me. Instead, these characters, Lucille and Ruthie, were standard sisters, one older than the other. In fact, Robinson explains th
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After his chemotherapy failed, he went water skiing.
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Since when has it become a crime to walk about a neighbourhood? No one will ever convince me that it 's okay to follow, harass, or approach any unarmed person with a gun and shoot them.
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The flash of love was real, the life within her was real, and the main thing now was to climb.
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
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They acquire him in a bar that is famous for its shipwrecks.
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In this lab, where I work 40 hours a week,
live the ghosts of questions asked.
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What a beautiful day it was, what a wonderful day to lose one's mind. This is what you think going into it, that it is all a wonderful dream come true, and sure I'll have my hands full, but at the end of the day it will be worth something. If I hang in long enough,…
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“Let me in,” I begged.
“No. Get back stinky feet.”
“I washed them.”
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Brian had spent the morning filling out applications all over Knox County, and by noon he was more than ready to call it a day. But apparently there was one last squirt of virtue in him, because heading home he saw a Help…
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