1426 8 4
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God had decided to resign. Not even two weeks notice. He just resigned. Point blank.
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142674
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Everybody breaks.
Everything splinters.
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142698
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They articulate my failings as a human being./
They articulate my greater rage at human beings//
here for such a short time and at the precipice already
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142600
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Getting answers felt like it was not enough. Madam Mayweather wanted more. She wanted to hurt someone.
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142622
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“I’m pregnant,” he says...
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142676
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Anyone thinking they aren’t alone on life’s journey has their head up their ass.
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142623
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One of the publishing industry’s dirty little secrets is that first novels sell much better than second novels. So why not enhance your chances for success by calling your second novel your first?
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142665
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I'm fascinated by Don's evolution . . .
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142611
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I like babies and little kids, more than some people but goddamn, children's laughter out of nowhere (in the night, when you're not expecting it) is creepy. I don't like slugs smeared like nightmare goo on my summer-bare feet, I could do without them in …
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14261510
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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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142688
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I could hide away in this tower
But I am Rapunzel
And I will let down my hair
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142531
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My dad was an Army Reservist stationed in the U.S.—New York and Texas—the bugler in his corps. He golfed on summer weekends at Hazeltine in the course of his career. I had seen houses water colored prettily within the lines on L.S.D., after noticing not
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142532
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—So much for a cocktail at the tender hour of twilight, he told the empty beer bottle.
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14251410
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The knees remind you: you are old,/
and broken, and unlikely to improve
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1425119
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In the summer when it's light out later it's my nature to linger a couple of hours in the park after work, just standing around watching the Downtown Divas working the corner, offering themselves to each male driver who stops for the light and I always joke with them about…
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142500
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The temperature would drop rapidly once the sun hit the horizon. I had about an hour before this would happen. I stood and put on my coat. The fire had gone out. There was no smoke...
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142555
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They were everywhere walking right above us or so it seemed, back and forth, back and forth with their lousy, crunching heels making hollow chewed up noises that took all the sweet sounds left on earth and had them march along…
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142544
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Betrayal of course is the great human crime. As I found out when . . . .
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142551
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I lift up my sweatshirt and reach with a full fist into my belly button. This is where the fat comes out.
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142561
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You're on the good side of thirty, probably with a little girl or boy of your own sleeping at home, and here you are dragnetting at three in the morning. We're all broken, and the scars we trade are all that remains of our fragile, once complex lives.
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142534
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When it was sticky cool at night, he'd pull her hair up off her neck and spin it like a pinwheel. “You could be anything," he would say. “You could be a preschool teacher.” She waited for him to add, “For dragons! For wallabees! For…
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14251213
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No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well, when I might…
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142577
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I am my beloved’s Advil and
she is my Aleve
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14251710
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my family's Scottish heritage
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142566
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I sneak glances of her unhooking the clasp, taking it off, so that her back is bare, and I can see the muscles, the bones underneath move as she puts the new one on...
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142510
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A San Francisco cab driver named Jake, a friend of a friend, was my date for the party. I didn't really like him, but I needed someone to bring. In the 70s free love was the norm, but it was hard to have sex with a guy I wasn't really attracted to. …
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142562
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So I lopped off his head and reworked the creation...
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142422
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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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142452
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I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
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She talks about window treatments, how the place is maybe too much for one. Wants me to know she’s not much of a cook, and wants me to smell what’s in her oven and compliment her cooking anyway.
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