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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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1619139
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I. he leans his messy head against the walland contemplates his wild mistakeshe discovers a nest of red spidersoutside his rotting basement doorhe watches television in his socksand…
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161900
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This is the most frustrating kind of amnesia.
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161931
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“Let me in,” I begged.
“No. Get back stinky feet.”
“I washed them.”
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161941
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"His middle name is Valentine, and when asked about it, he isn't sure why."
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161864
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His face was creased with sadness the first time in the room and he danced his tai chi like a young man half his age, and laughed, like headtrippers do, from the neck up.
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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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161800
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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161820
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The location : Vic's Seedy Space Bar. No, that's not just a description, that's the real name.
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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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salmon sits gentler on my palate
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161811
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But Jake doesn't hear anything. He is pure, unfiltered, liquid rage. Jake kicks Rolex dude once, twice, five times in the ribs. On the last kick, there is a snapping sound.
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161865
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I dragged you that last half mile Me such a slip of a thing, one bite mark visible You the bear, your growl now only audible When you furred from kerb to road to kerb The December snow followed us Dragging Christmas red behind you As I ignored my…
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161871
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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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his mother brought him to me/ when he was very young/ maybe a few months old,/ born in arizona july.
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161800
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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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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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I do not know what zinzins is, what a zinzins is, who zinzins is.
I do not want to know
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161865
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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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161800
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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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161754
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“Sixty-seven responses!” Al Edelstein announces at the first meeting of the search committee. It has been just two weeks since Rabbi Feldman dropped dead of a heart attack and just a week since the congregation ran the ad: “Help Wanted: Orthodox Rabbi. Im
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161776
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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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161766
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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161621
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I don't care much for Joking, which is not to say that I don't care at all for Joking, just that I don't care much. I would say, if I had to say, that I care for Joking about as much as I care for a cousin, not a close cousin, one I have a genuine frien
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The world doesn'tend just becauseyou want it to.Bonus poems:The Poet(Series 1)by Darryl PricePoet in a TreeYeah, well, it's not up here either. Although the everything and nothing view is nice. Only because it doesn't have any abandoned cars in it. I'm…
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True facts about Redbeard the communist pirate.
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The leaves were meaningless because they were no longer connected to the trees.
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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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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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