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One minute Rudy was sitting up close to me, asking me how could Geppetto make a little boy out of a piece of wood, and the next, Steve was pounding up the stairs, yelling, "Carla, get blankets, warm clothes; we're leaving, we won't be back."
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Eight days before her 50th birthday they were married in their soft new pajamas, holding hands on his bed in the hospital. The pastor and witnesses wore protective hospital gowns and gloves; the patient was in isolation once again. A special dispensation from the head…
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My sister / craves raisons
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There is a whisper in the shadows
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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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So I lopped off his head and reworked the creation...
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Velvet answered the door in a red leather dress that was made with just about enough material to make a wallet, and looking like a long limbed drink of water calling out to a thirsty man.
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Her memory was a faded pastiche of the past, and indeed the present sat uneasily in the middle of the dreams that governed her mind; so it was that often she would forget the day, the time, the year.
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Is this a place to show posterity and mortality?
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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She sometimes ate her dinner standing up, in front of her living room window.
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Motionless seconds turned
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Some fiftysomething woman with a small dog in her arms was waiting for him, backstage. Security hadn't succeeded in restraining her. Strange.
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Even if you're doing it together, there's no unity when everyone's dancing to their own tune.
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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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Rose lifted her 55-year-old legs until they were perpendicular to the bed and admired how girlish they looked. It gave her the sexy legs of a 20-year old, if the morning light was right and she squinted a bit.
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How many shadows in your soul? Close your eyes, my love, let me / make you blind as the wings of a drenched, drowned bee.
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A young woman is seated center stage. She is pretty, dressed in a short nightgown. She sits nervously, her body tense and expectant.
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Thank you for the flip book with the woman dancing, bird wing elbows, knees this way and that.
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Floating in liquor only to drown the next morning.
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pens loaded with ink/exceeding or equal to/my volume of blood.
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mis-placed
the change
she goes looking for.
her folks
missed another hour...
her worth-while spent wasting
the voice wouldn’t leave the leaves alone.
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Quantum transport rearranges grandma.
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...it's about female needs, Rex.
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His name is Rick Reynolds. His name is Steve Redford.
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I could feel the old house skulking in the shadows. In the basement I used to play in the dark, shine a flashlight on the angular black widows creeping in the corners, feed them ants and silverfish and flies with the wings pulled off so the web wouldn’
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my family's Scottish heritage
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There was no one there, but the smell of cooked bacon permeated the hall, triggering borborygmus in his stomach. He loved that word, but not his empty stomach.
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