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There was only the sound of crickets.
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137164
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... he could feel the pointed picket spears.
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137153
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In his dreamlike state the pianist turned into a preying mantis.
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1371128
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The slicing is easy. Blade barely touching skin, flesh separating into two clean parts. A breath, and blood fills in the space, an old friend materializing in the shadows. I am redolent with hope and desire. I can't stop thinking of how he excised himself from my…
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137173
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The countdown is on and daily the propaganda gets more and more aggravating It appears at times that the news media dictate and orchestrate more that just report on events of diplomatic shock. A huge effort has gone in to covering this coming war and it…
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1371107
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"But is it politically correct?" he asked. "Oh, yes," said Hank. "It's all the rage."
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137174
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Each memory of Fall reminds me of the harvest; Surely this is not a thought to turn the thought of dying. Black the turning point, there is a glint at the tip of the wing: Perhaps it rises from its cinders as I wish when I was waning, …
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137121
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He didn’t even have the energy to tell me to tie her up when he got home.
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13701411
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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137098
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Incidents intensified. The Dead appeared in twos and threes at shopping mall and Wal-Mart parking lots.
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137000
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Mayumi stepped back and watched the hand slowly slide along, guiding her to follow it. Her head turned until she saw Emi across from her.
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137098
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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137033
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Welcome the one and the all of you, welcome all you scraggly long haired weeds, welcome the no longer rolling stones of the new you, welcome you most beautiful little wonderfully…
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137032
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The moment I was told of your passing...
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137031
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Let's start from the beginning. Your mother's face in the phone. Your parted lips. Your surprised tongue. Hands deep in the folds of your skirt. The poet filling your pockets with blue and orange. The poet filling your notebooks with slowly drifting fields and gramophones…
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1370109
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At five o’clock Jake joins the crowd at the back door, walks through the slush to the parking lot with Betty Boop.
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13701111
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Why do people kill themselves with food? It’s obvious, I suppose. They’re hungry.
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137065
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We now live in post-Postmodern Absurdist fear of course, says our smiling Prof. That’s the price we pay he tells us. . . .
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137021
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Lady, if I were going to hire a whore, it wouldn't have been you.
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137063
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You say we will go together to the park and dig a shallow grave and atone for everything we ever did by breathing soil deep into our lungs, and the wolves will leave.
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137053
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He can become anyone. If he wants. He'd rather not but it's not his choice.
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137061
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I do not know what zinzins is, what a zinzins is, who zinzins is.
I do not want to know
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1370149
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everything moved in circles
like the music, the booze and the drugs
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137078
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Reprisal The bomb blew away hubris, shocked the arrogant bastards into humiliated silence. None of them had experienced hunger and they'd misjudged its effect. In the lobby of the palace, dirt, plaster, glass shifted, rumbled,…
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1370119
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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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1370103
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It ain't the steak, it's the sizzle.
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137000
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The purple sweater brought out the blue in her eyes. Fantastic eyes made of ice, she was a stunner, and she knew it. I met her at Slabtown
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137042
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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137075
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One day it was boring / to be alive.
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137032
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The voice on the other end mumbles, not forming words, but I understand: I am to be the starting third baseman for the Detroit Tigers.
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