1632 3 0
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…she smelled of sunflowers.
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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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1632 0 0
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Like some beautiful yet macabre puppet, she was suspended on strings of wire, painstakingly threaded tubing flowing into her cavities, through her chambers, around her mechanics.
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1632 0 0
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This is the most frustrating kind of amnesia.
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1632 3 1
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“Let me in,” I begged.
“No. Get back stinky feet.”
“I washed them.”
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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1631 5 2
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“I would like to keep my head, at least for a few more nights. Didn't you say we were gonna have sex one of these days? Isn't that in the manual?”
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1631 11 7
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the swarthy terror network
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1631 0 0
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Takashi and Hideki stared at the pool of grey Mana. A scientist carefully contained some of the mist into a container.
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1631 2 1
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The leaves were meaningless because they were no longer connected to the trees.
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1631 0 0
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The Kid, The Executive, The Doctor, and The Actress.
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1631 10 6
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I enjoy launching words into space. Please dangle a moment here while I prepare the next sentence. Ok. You can come in now. Take boiling for instance. And hawsers. The sound of words on a sheet of paper. The manifesto for a roll of sleep. Sleep is oblivious to…
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1631 9 8
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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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1631 5 4
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My wife broke the news to me. She enjoyed it, too, I'm certain of that. It was a juicy piece of gossip.
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1631 14 8
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One of the drunk men, a dear friend, hunk, as he updated me, now living the existence of a poet, called from San Francisco to say he would take the plane to Minneapolis, do it, then leave me to raise the baby.
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1631 7 7
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"We're practicing," she signs, "for an earthquake."
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1631 5 2
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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1631 7 7
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A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
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1631 10 7
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The tech turns off the music. The capsule blares. I am in Jurassic Park with Sam Neill. I am Timmy, descending the electrified fence, almost toast. I am Karen Silkwood, a deer in the headlights, then showering off plutonium. A garbage truck is compacting
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1630 2 2
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Mo Dean woke up sober.
And tired.
Tired of life, of soiled pants, rash, vomit, and whiskey sweat. Tired of holes in his pockets and blisters on his feet, of hanging signs asking for dimes and getting only pennies. And most of all, tired of the police.
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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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1630 1 0
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She took a deep breath. Last night, she said, Who was the woman?
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1630 14 10
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The knees remind you: you are old,/
and broken, and unlikely to improve
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1630 10 5
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salmon sits gentler on my palate
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1630 2 1
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There is truth you can’t escape or say any other way and expect it still to be truth.
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1630 0 0
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A woman is fishing in the Seine at the far left
of the painting, while time is suspended and light
remains. One man plays a trumpet. A half dozen
people sit or walk under parasols. Couples stroll
and children run or sit or stand beside their
p
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1630 2 1
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Looming ahead was another polite suburban party at which, after a couple of pops, I'd say something that embarrasses my wife in front of her girlfriends. Or so she claims.
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“106 more miles,” she said.
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1630 3 1
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He came to a spot on the edge of the strawberry fields where he liked to sit with his brother and watch the turkey buzzards circle overhead
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