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The two of them stood at the long end of a pier that cut sharp into an L 25 feet out into the river. It was an old wooden pier that relished in its every crack and splinter regardless of the fresh coat of white paint that melted lazily over the rotting bo
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Many hours to make a brick: many bricks to make a curve.
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Your Uncle Howard and I listened to Dutch Reagan re broadcast big league baseball on WHO Radio when we were little. He'd call the play action off the wire complete with sound effects. The son of a bitch turned out to be a Republican...
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Environment Canada predicted the storm might not stop for another 7 days. The population of the island was now advised to evacuate.
Evacuate? To where?
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In a dream, he’s covered in masticated bits of paint and canvas and metal shavings and it keeps raining down until he’s buried and he wakes up with a yell.
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Her thirteen year old daughter had hung herself in the hallway closet of the old house. Now the closet was empty and unused. The door was locked.
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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I know who done it. Them goddamn taters. I walked around the yard and started picking up pieces of the camaro, wondering if, from above, they’d laid the parts out into some kinda cult symbols or something.
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“Each animal has its own strength.” She insisted. “And if the rooster were provoked. It would kill a snake.”
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Sounds terrific, but are there any strings attached?
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“I guess I'm enchanted,” I'd written on another occasion.
“Then why don't you ride out here and save me? Is your horse lame or something? Maybe you could just kill me and make us both happy.”
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Detective-Sergeant Claude Mulvihill was seasick. He was in a New York City Harbor Police boat in the East River headed towards the George Washington Bridge. There was a good chop in the harbor, which became worse when the Police Boat reached the Battery.
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Lindsey and I are both talking loudly about things we would never talk about in real life, under the impression that this is all somehow instructional for Di. But I think it's really more about us. Di gives us an excuse to talk like two people unjustifiab
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One of the men leaned over and spit long and dark next to where the dog lay curled. He said something about the senora, and the other men laughed.
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(the hourglass has not gone digital, oh no,/but these days, silicon is in with the sand)
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The baby will not stop crying.
He’s been crying for three hours straight.
I’m the worst mother ever.
What kind of mother can’t soothe her own baby?
The bad kind.
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But what “is” retirement? All of the previous sections in a life are full of detailed descriptions. But “retirement” is somehow left rather vague. One would think that retirement would be the long-awaited GOAL of life. But instead we are left with the
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You first hear about the wildfire on the old kitchen radio.
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just another torn & burning journeyflag for the rebel heart. All we know forsure is that dancing among the toads andcrickets takes a bit of courage. Beauty takesreal living guts these days. Laughing takes guts,too. Living takes love. Love is feeling. What'dyou think I…
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At times we rarely desire to be where we are at home quite as much as we desire to be where we are no longer.
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Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
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Sitting in the car, John had the urge to kill himself.
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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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A needle passed through my lungs. My breathing made the needle pierce deeper. I felt anger rise up within me but I determined not to cry. – I had cried enough. No more tears. Arossi looked at me, probably expecting me to cry. I didn’t
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"Would you mind if she took your empty seat?" The stewardess said. "She has a phobia."
"Oh." Archie's dimpled chin fell, then a smile broke above it. "Not at all."
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We came to the dump at dusk to shoot rats.
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Frank shouldered his backpack, grabbed the leather satchel packed with his brushes, palette knives, pens, and pencils, and exited the vaporetto at the Rialto Bridge.
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Sunset swoony love waves
crash over me and I forget why
I didn’t say yes sooner
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