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Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
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“106 more miles,” she said.
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No matter how much he composes and prepares, he cannot override the electrical trigger in his brain. Something to do with the resonance of physical memory. It remembers amplitudes of current.
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For a few/
vivid weeks, deciduous shrubs and trees/
will seem to glow like flames and embers
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143100
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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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They watched the seven o'clock news.
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143142
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You want to get laid talking socks
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143154
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It was uncomfortable to realize people had agendas. That there could be invisible realities.
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143165
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Infinity occurs as an afterthought, for discoverers like Columbus as for countries like America.
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143041
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At a rest stop in Montpelier, they stopped to buy Cokes and gum from the vending machines. He was showing off, trying to jimmy one of the locks with a safety pin but it stayed locked and she laughed at him and he said goddamn, look at all a them Milkyways
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143065
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This writers' conference (sponsored by VQR, which had run its banner ad atop the Fictionaut home page in the summer of 2014, which begins to explain both my attendance and this essay) revealed itself as an apt subject . . .
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143020
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Some people hate Waikiki. Not me. Most hotels had lounges with live music, either inside or around the pool. Evenings were spent bar hopping up and down the strip, Kalakaua Avenue. The bars stayed open till 4:00 a.m. It was safe to walk…
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Either it was rescue--if the customer was alive to be found--or recovery, the term for bringing out the dead.
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Early on, I looked for work; I walked the want-ad trail. Shuttle-driver, apartment leasing expert, laundry technician, account executive, PHP developer, dog sitter, sleep study subject – I would do anything that seemed steady.
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I have enclosed a newspaper clipping so you can see I’m telling the truth. I’m in the picture on the far right, standing near a maple tree with my mouth wide open in a scream. On the far left is a rearing horse with one of the local farm kids on it,
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I wondered if Mr. Slane even knew/
how many dogs he owned
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143033
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I contemplate the words that did not make it; the lost ones. The words deprived of their moment in the sun. These words. These words that are not part of the story.
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When Frank entered Michiko’s apartment, Michiko was not there.
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143065
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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There is just something about a thin, white cotton v-neck t-shirt, he thought, as he ran his hand over bleary eyes and dehydrated lips. He wanted her, as always. But he needed just a little more rest. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It…
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feet that would run until their soles were pages of Gideon’s Bibles, worn too thin to touch
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Ego bereft of consistency Betrays a heart hungering to toll. Unable to trust its will Or harbor imaginary gods, It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability Can give convincing cover To buy time to fabricate An identity that feels unique, Yet…
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Bobby took one out and looked at the date. "July 1965. Does that mean anything to you, Ma? Carla, T.J.?" Bobby handed the paper to my mother. "Why don't you spread it out on the counter to see if you can find something that he might have wanted…
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When the sex that is new and promising in its awkward moments is over, you turn to him. You expect that he’s figuring out a way to leave; the parts of you that know wait for him to stand up and put his clothes back on, quicker and with more eagerness than
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He was losing his fight with
malaria, but you would never
know it from his dreams
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