1530 7 3
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My, but how that girl loved to defenestrate! I shall ever be grateful for my obstinacy with never living more than a single story above ground level.
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153020
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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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153042
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Floating in liquor only to drown the next morning.
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15301311
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Ah, how sweet is forbidden fruit, how delicious undiscovered sin!
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153074
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My work is not that sexy and glamorous kind of time travel that you see in the movies with Deloreans and phone booths.
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153076
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Only blood I got on me was pulling him over onto my seat when I got out.
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153021
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His voice isn't familiar but his words are. He says he knows we haven't spoken in years and apologizes for it. I can hear him pacing on the other end of the line, tapping things and then a shriek of glass shattering. Really, I tell him, no need to…
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153034
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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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153045
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Don’t break things, I add. And he looks at me like I’ve broken everything else.
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153053
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In his dreamlike state the pianist turned into a preying mantis.
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1530138
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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153033
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I immediately felt anxious guilt, being the one responsible for opening the way for infection.
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153000
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing.
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152955
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"Give it to me I said, you dip! Fork it over!"
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152911
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152922
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Sounds terrific, but are there any strings attached?
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152900
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Chipmunk SongChipmunk workin' in the roadside weedsLookin' all around for nuts and seedsSmall bird callin' from a hickory treeAll's right with the world and all's right with meChipmunk searchin' for nuts and seedsLucky fellow finds all he needsAs for me all I desireIs a…
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152940
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Over the years, Morgana had grown. She was so much more than what Xavier remembered. So much different. She had an astute, almost shrewd air about her. She didn't seem nearly as fragile as he had left her. No, she had an eye out for herself now.…
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1529105
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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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152942
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eleven seconds of infamy / brought to you by Glenfidditch /who the hell filmed this?
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152961
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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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1529136
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Too many sparrows flit and twitter here./
Let’s go inside. The sky is far too big/
and the sun bears down on us like searchlights.
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15291311
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I was always more comfortable with the ponies than you were / more comfortable with betting windows and two-dollar bills than you were
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152900
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“You shouldn’t have gone inside,” he said, after she told him what had happened. “I know that’s what you’re used to doing here, with people we know. But he’s not from around here. Don’t go back over there, okay?”
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152963
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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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1528149
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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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1528159
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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152855
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"I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be. And so I'm on my way home."--Bob Dylan I don't owe you anything. If I'm a recluse what does it have to do with you? I have the right to be poor. Some things cannot be explained away by letters that…
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1528125
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She sometimes ate her dinner standing up, in front of her living room window.
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Alcohol and American writers have always had a connection–about 70 percent of American winners of the Nobel Prize for Literature could be considered heavy drinkers if not more.
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