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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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158111
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Burne-Jones hair and big-boned body ever-suggestive of a Titian Venus ... [meets] ... warm like toast, grey smiling eyes and dartingly light-footed,
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1581114
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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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15811010
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I take her to the zoo, and the tigers get out. The little tigers, I mean. Cubs. Two of them.
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1580149
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The dog is reading. This morning, as every morning, the book is open in front of him. Well before his master's rise, he had already read the moon then dawn and the clouds. Now the slippers, these that walk here and there. Followed by coffee and the pages that turn. A little…
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158033
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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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158031
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black
hair/ (damp)
around her ears
Keys on the
table
Drinking coffee
from a glass
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158086
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Because we are exceptional,/
our 3000 dead in New York/
exceeds in impact that of 75,000/
burned at Nagasaki,
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1580109
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Only last Friday, he was introduced/
around, smiling, healthy,/
a fine young man.
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158021
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Everything seems still, but it's not.
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158021
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As the jughead turned with a humph the old man muttered, "what a jerk." The jughead spun around and glared at the young black man and said, "Did you say that?" The old man laughed, raised his hand, looked up at the jughead and said, "I did." The jughead t
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Well, I finally checked myself into this what you call a “ Facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag and, as I'm sure you can guess, there's no posting or commenting or liking anything anymore…
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158031
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Today is my birthday. Well, my assembly date, anyway.
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1580198
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...collapse of the human world. Go, cell phones!
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1580105
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I'm gonna go find a hole to dwell in
deep in the mountains where the Indians used to live
dig a cave into my subconscious
learn to be less secretive
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158065
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I left the train, still going nowhere, but in a hurry.
Still a boy, but trapped in a suit.
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158066
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We cook over the fireplace on these days, blacken marshmallows on straightened hangers, like Eskimos, dogs around a campfire.
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158011
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Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
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158053
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1) be awake2) wear clothes1a) get out of beda1) go to bed the night before6) put a smile on her face, but not too smiley6a) maintain precisely calculated level of irony and derision in a just kidding (not kidding!) manner suited to responses of the enemy6aia) normal words,…
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It was the coward's way out, to commit suicide. And yet, one had to be brave to attempt it.
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Pringy practices an aesthetic variant of the “muscular Christianity” that is a tradition at Groton; a program of Sunday poetry classes for boys who violate the school’s ban on swearing.
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1579108
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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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1579105
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Bottom's up, mon cherie. On land, I'll grab mine with two hands. But in water, boy, I'm weightless and turning, a regular fish -- afloat, flopping, deboned.
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157954
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He switches to quantum mechanics
and starts tinkering with his sleeve
memorizing a theorem
he'd figure out
if he had the time
for a deep breath,
he takes a deep breath.
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15791211
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I've got an appointment to see my shrink next Wednesday. She's pretty sharp. Not bad looking, either.
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157912
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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157900
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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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157952
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I am not covetous for catnip,
Nor care where I sleep at night.
It irks me not who takes my
Favorite chair, or swats me off a table.
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157900
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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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7:23. The grid abandons us.
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