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Six months later, she was teaching theology / to refugees from est.
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167052
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When a multinational big box furniture store opened just off the expressway outside the city selling all the same products at greatly reduced prices, they contemplated the possibility of closing their store.
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167011
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There is no cement stronger than the one holding a miserable couple together.
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16702714
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Its intelligence won’t be/
diminished when you take/
a bone saw to its cranium
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167052
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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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167064
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I pull into the parking lot and see a group of roosters squawking and trying to overturn an ‘87 Pontiac Bonneville that's caught fire. They're pouring whiskey down their throats. They're weeping over a bag of economy sized frozen breast fillets.
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167075
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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167011
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The highway stretches out in front of me, a black ribbon winding into the future; a collapsing probability of possibility connecting me with the past and through it to the future.
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167034
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They were just boys, the Nazis I mean, young in their twenties, not much older than my brother Cyril.
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166911
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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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166933
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They look like giant golden raindrops, or flying saucers, or peculiar fish out of their element
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1669146
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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16691411
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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166921
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Winter makes me reconsider.
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166931
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The poppers, the Viagra, the chorizo – all had been ordered and all had arrived.
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166921
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The leaves were meaningless because they were no longer connected to the trees.
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166941
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A heart which is alive despite everything in the world that wants to deaden it.
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166940
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When I heard that my brother was going to get married, I was more surprised than anything, but also awed by his courage. Our sister, named Baah Baah during a particularly bad recreational substance binge by our fun-loving, aristocratic parents, Nancy and
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166900
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Dominic would show them all. That stupid "Welcome to Bessemer" sign was his. It was the pride of the whole damn town. No other target would do.It was the dead of night, and Dominic rode his bike to the town line. He briefly considered spray painting something vulgar over…
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166930
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166911
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Sleep left him like a fragmenting illusion. Suddenly, he was awake, like something pressing but fleeting had awoken him. Once awake, though, all he had was silence and stillness. His pulse quickened, his…
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1669108
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hookers are better educated these days
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166900
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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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166952
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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166952
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That contraption he’d invited her to pedal, somebody oughta market one of those. The closer you got the harder it got, and her feet kept slipping off the pedals. It was maddening.
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166995
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The instant you remember
gratitude
with enough focus to spring free its power...
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166900
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From Berlin to Arcturus. I squeeze Sevigny’s wrist, wish Izzy could be here, but she’s melting salt in Utah. We were on our way to Los Angeles. I’ve booked the horror room.
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1668104
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The next day I can’t recall at all, a waste, like the flash of twenty years of my life, faces that pass you like comets in some erogenous unnamed zone of night, but they got me in some isolation room with my wrists in leather restraints.
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166855
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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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166854
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Dear Conrad,
If you cannot control your dog’s barking I’ll rig up a loud speaker facing the general direction of your house, and every time your mutt starts howling at the moon, I’ll start playing “It’s a Small World (After All)” at top volume on the p
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