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Most times a vertical word balloon floats before him.
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15081510
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The Plaza had a chess-board floor, green wood booths, and the lights stayed up. I might be combining a memory of Fitzie's in Binghamton. The Plaza felt like a preppy soda fountain with beer.
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150851
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She wasn't even trying to live.
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Divine guidance. That's why Dad used a blowtorch to set the jug on fire, its contents the “Devil's elixir.”
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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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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...it's about female needs, Rex.
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15072314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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150743
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Until the ivy hides me in
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His grandmother's recipe called for the pasta dough to be beaten with a bone--and not just any bone either. It had to be a human femur. This was his first hurdle. Where would he get such a thing at this hour in this part of town? Or, for that matter, at any…
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150741
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Motionless seconds turned
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Jean-Pierre and Azure watched the security guards running around the building yelling, and Jane grabbed Azure’s arm while holding the radio.
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Wanna,wanna, whoop de loop. Hold my baby, kiss my mom, dance the way I used to do. Desktops, blacktops, cut and paste, speed down hills, learn the rules, Sister Saint Marion, married to Christ. Sixteen, life-green, pink tights, Swan Lake, an…
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I have reasons to believe she’s been stealing.“
“Stealing what?”
“Steaks.”
“Steaks?”
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This story* is brought to you by
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The room turns red and I start screaming and ejaculating. The whole class is watching as Mr.Smith slams down my copy of the test with his right hand and swiftly tears off my penis with his left.
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children love to push the gas up and down my limbs
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150765
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Infinity occurs as an afterthought, for discoverers like Columbus as for countries like America.
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150642
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Stars fat as the stars that Van Gogh painted on his easel in Arles, a ring of candles burning on the brim of his hat. Stars that fill the night with delirium.
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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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150641
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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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150676
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men sitting on stoops
women earning the rent
by working as servants
in the rich folks yard
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Only last Friday, he was introduced/
around, smiling, healthy,/
a fine young man.
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150674
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Bill Watterson isn't just the creator of the world's best comic strip. According to the book “Looking for Calvin and Hobbes,” a biography of the elusive and reclusive cartoonist, Watterson is also a world-class introvert. Watterson refuses to make…
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“There is no future in art,
you will not change lives
with flowery words.
Please don’t rock the boat”
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Cockroaches in bed was the last straw. Alicia was sure she’d swallowed one in the middle of the night . . .
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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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My life was growing on me like a soft Scottish moss
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