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And, you peasy-headed shrew, don’t you dare think I didn’t notice that it was you who stuck that fork into my neck in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot late Tuesday night . . .
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1419117
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the swarthy terror network
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141994
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Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.
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141941
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Joe Don followed the route taken by an increasing number of Texas teenage jocks whose football glory days are prematurely cut short and joined his high school's Cowboy Poet Squad.
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141972
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A wave lifted me from my seat, scattering more drops of vomit around, and I thought nastily about bringing the motion sickness bracelets back inside, dripping bags in tow, to ask for a refund.
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14191310
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You should never have believed your daddy when he said a man with half a dog was better off than a man with no dog at all.
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141963
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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141922
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Exhausted, weak from the struggle against the personal gift of terrorism delivered by her ex-boyfriend, she died for a few minutes.
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141986
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in late fall, Rome, sans wind, sans rancor,
sans sand or rain, sans hate ...
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141822
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I am a human resource, batteries not included
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141801
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Chet Baker mourns for you, New Coke mourns for you, Roddy Piper mourns for you, 8-track cassettes of Humble Pie and Bachman Turner Overdrive mourn for you
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141821
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What was so bad about other religions that their followers were automatically condemned to eternal damnation? The priests were so convincing when they claimed Christ was the only true way.
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141800
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Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
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141800
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“They’re not gonna shoot him?” Rick cried.
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The man had decided that this was going to be his last day. He’d find out one final thing and he’d be done. He had spent the last few years of his life unwinding things that had been wound and untying knots that had been tied.
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141830
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Blend the dog a drink and sit down beside him and draw straws for regrets.
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14181711
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Pholcidae...Daddy Long-Legs
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14181311
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Enough, Trump. We've had it my dear, with your pink ties, your hairs, your swagger, your towers, your money, tempers, walls, bombs, smarts, snarls, pouts and doubts, bigotty bile, and once again, style. We just…
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141732
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How long have you been waiting for me? How long?
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141721
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Thirty years later – and all the years in between – Alan Walton would remember how insidious it was, the anger that started that night with Quinton Harris, fifteen years old and the undisputed leader of the troop, and spread like a virus to the other boys
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141741
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Infinite patience, tempered glass hearts—is this what it takes? /
Shatterproof backtrack, slow march through reversals—too, what it takes.
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1417139
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No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
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141700
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Aquél que no ve brillar una escalera de Luz surgiendo de la piel de la tormenta, es que se esconde de miedo al pensarse inpermeable a su belleza...Mas luego lavará su rostro reflejandose en los charcos...o hará siembra de sus pasos al caminar por la hierba.De negro se viste…
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141762
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It was only two days before Christmas. Jonathan remembered his mother crying.
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14172016
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The night before his mother's teeth began chattering.
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141744
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Francesca is a sweet girl and everything, but her incessant doting on Paolo is best left private . . .
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141776
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"I'm in a wrestling movie!" you shouted.
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Route 346 is the way Pop drove to Troy long after everybody else took Route 2. Today Charlie and I drive in the opposite direction. Back then, Pop drove us to Troy on Route 346 on Sunday afternoons with the car windows…
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