1520 7 5
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I am no different to her, living seven days ahead
of myself, looking forward to looking back,
as we Irish do so fondly
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1520 3 1
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The blackout lasted longer than anyone thought. From my fifth story window, the whole city seemed to shut down. I heard noises above me. How could it be?
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1519 12 12
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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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1519 10 4
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"Middle class workers and working class poor and the unemployed will soon be forming a revolutionary movement to break this stranglehold of corrupt elites."
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1519 10 3
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Palms planted firmly against his temples, Travis paced the room like a caged animal. Giant black bats screeched in his brain, their pointy wings scraping at the edges of his cranium.
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1519 7 1
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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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1519 4 0
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We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.
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1519 2 1
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Are you a hostile person who gets into trouble when you express your anger? Would you like to annoy the hell out of people and get away with it?
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1519 5 0
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The room smelled of an old rank basement. Boys and girls of all ages crowded the stage. The room was dark with only a few lights that hung from above keeping the crowd dark and silhouetting Chris on drums.
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1519 2 1
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It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle.
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1519 8 6
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Although I think we can easily work it out because we are not here in the Yale graduate school, and diction is the theme of the story. Diction is a choice in language.
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1519 8 6
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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1519 3 1
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I am calling to tell you what’s going to happen tomorrow.
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1518 21 12
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He would not take Prozac and talked Jesus to her as if from a bucket.
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1518 3 2
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Somniloquies rise like the drowned . . .
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1518 6 5
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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1518 3 2
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She flew through the air, linen skirt billowing around her. Below, her buckled bicycle was taking a different route. Less aerodynamic than she, its trajectory was brief, crashing into the ditch. Elspeth kept on flying. Time slowed, and expanded
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1518 0 0
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Warranties are what made America great, although hers has expired and the mailbox will remain empty for another fifteen days.
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1518 13 12
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My eyes hold my mother. It's not easy being human she tells me. She always told me. Sure, but the stories are lovely. We all know that. We generate the tales, tell the tales, kiss our children. Live on in their eyes, though, don't…
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1518 6 5
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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1518 9 9
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I’m from the Land of Sky Blue Waters. I grew up in a lake. I think I’m half fish.
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1518 9 6
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Erased. Like chalk across my body,
a fine powder of forgetfulness,
with a few swipes --- all those names
and faces, gone. The letters burned.
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1517 2 1
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The elders of the town will tell you that as soon the prophet mill arrived everything went to Hell. Before the process was streamlined, prophets used to be grown organically in the community. They popped up only where the ground was tilled and a prayer was planted. They…
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1517 12 10
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1517 8 5
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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1517 4 2
|
Anatoly Gringovitch was listening to the dress rehearsal of Hausenstockmann’s Constellations at Auditorium Rainier III in Monte Carlo.
|
1517 7 7
|
To tell the truth, I can’t complain. Look, lots of people have it tough. I don’t have it tough...
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1517 5 4
|
Christmas night was closing in at the Cantrips alehouse in Aberdeen, a firm favourite for riggers and other men and women who lived life close to the horizon. Sometimes, on a Saturday night, things might get a bit rowdy but Mother O'Grady would stand firm and bring out…
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1517 2 0
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You held my hand when I hit the ground and told me the shakes would start soon.
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1517 5 2
|
They build them high they do in Waveland, Mississippi.The tall houses with their skinny thighs spread wide flirting with the dusky coast, like antebellum ladies petticoats lifted, stockings wetted, ankles bared, savingtheir hems from the unpredictable tide,…
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