1621 7 3
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I sat in the dark, mashing damp sand like clumps of brown sugar into my palm while the heavy Gulf air blew my hair into ropes. Sometimes I worried that I was unable to need people, but, as much as the thought upset me, I couldn't make myself truly want t
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162130
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Theresa Esposito woke to the smell of pignoli cookies baking. The sweet scent made her stomach rumble. She was ten-years-old today. And she felt ten. Her hair, her ears, her eyes, her toes — everything felt ten.
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162144
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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162100
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This is the most frustrating kind of amnesia.
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162161
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I do not know what zinzins is, what a zinzins is, who zinzins is.
I do not want to know
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162166
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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162165
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He refuses to answer his phone, preferring the safe medium of email or his answering machine. He only eats pre-cooked, pre-packaged food, only drinks bottled waters, sodas and juices. He has cable, but only watches late-night infomercials and shopping cha
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162174
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They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
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162021
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my maddening pyromaniac,/ you're burning up my heart/ so open up your broad-toothed mouth/ and let me pour the ashes in.
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162000
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The sun was at the edge of the earth. The shadows around Ayane and her friends brought the creature closer.
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1620105
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salmon sits gentler on my palate
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162071
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Things don't always go to plan. Gem knew what people would have said back then, of course. She wasn't stupid.
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1620107
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We are young
That’s all we’ve got
We take drugs
We smoke pot
You got mugged
And I got shot
We are young
That’s all we’ve got
I want you to love me like it’s midnight
Midnight, midnight
Yeah, your mama wants you home
But she knows
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1620114
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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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16201312
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The service was a disaster. The Protestants bobbed up and down. They didn't know when to stand, when to sit. I
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162000
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We knew this year would be different because we bought bikinis. We had never worn bikinis before. Our swimsuits had always been shiny one-pieces with stripes, or polka dots, or tiny yellow fish. Not this year. It was a hot summer and the department store was overly …
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162034
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What I Love About HistoryMy roommate, Cara, wears all black, which she thinks scares me. I've never bothered to tell her I wore all black for two years, eighth and ninth grade, and I'm just over it, not that I think she's lame or passé, but there's nothing remotely…
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162012
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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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162041
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"His middle name is Valentine, and when asked about it, he isn't sure why."
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162065
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Q: What's the best song to sing to your doc before cataract surgery?
A: I Only Have Eyes For You
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162000
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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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16191410
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The knees remind you: you are old,/
and broken, and unlikely to improve
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161951
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Because he tells her to, she puts on a vintage Easter dress one size too small and sprawls in a circle of light on the dusty floor...
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161900
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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161952
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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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161921
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The leaves were meaningless because they were no longer connected to the trees.
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161953
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It was midnight. I was outside the cottage, digging another row of star-shaped holes for the shrubbery.
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161943
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Here’s the keys to the house
Here’s the keys to the car
I’m going out and I don’t care
I’m going out to buy a cigar
Don’t bother locking up after I leave
I’m not coming back anymore
I’m going to drink whiskey out of a jar
Go out and buy
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161994
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This guy struts and never walks, and while doing so he reads and sends text messages and emails from his smart phone and so never walks in a straight line.
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161900
|
The artist leans back in his chair, smoking a cigarette
after lunch, looking away from the table toward the right
He is dressed in white, and he's practically stretched out
his entire length, to relax after rowing the boat all
morning. Sunlight
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