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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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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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Once was when we were in Vegas on layover from L.A., I told her I thought we should go to the Elvis Chapel and get remarried.
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It was one of those weekday mornings in early spring when Marjorie and I could wander from chapel to chapter house with only security guards for company.
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152465
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"People are stupid. They've always been stupid. But these days...." His voice trailed off. "Dumb and dumber, huh?" the Boss asked. Peter nodded.
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The ticking must have gone on for an hour before Kathy realized it wasn't a clock. When the line finally moved, the rhythm changed. When the queue stopped again, she glanced behind her and noticed a woman in torn jeans and a filthy sweater tapping a heel on the…
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152411
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Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
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152465
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Do you want this, you ask, and hand me a blue silk shirt of hers
with small yellow flowers. I'm afraid to say no,
in case it makes you remember all over again.
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152400
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“Well in opposite heaven every time you make scrambled eggs the shells break into a million pieces, then you spend eternity picking them out of the yolk.”
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It's come down to this: you're a grown man afraid to face his own son. For the past few years there has been tension;…
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152331
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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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Okay, so it's not exactly the lost art of sweeping anything away . For the sad fact that no one searing Love endures just for us. Brown, folded Petals, yellows buttered over petals, I do not Wait to see if the floating moon Can at…
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Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.
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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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152312
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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152320
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There is no life here, only a bleak slab of frozen desert and a sorrowful wind that calls for me to venture out.
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152321
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Everything seems still, but it's not.
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152374
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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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152376
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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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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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He knows why I’m here, so he stalls, talking about the coffee, about how it’s a new dark blend from a little shop in The Village, about how he loves the flavor, so rich, but just because a coffee is dark doesn’t mean it’s stronger, that, in fact, it’s the
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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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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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He injected her with a sedative to keep her still. He projected himself into her narcotic dream, a small bar with tango playing from a jukebox. They were dancing.
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152321
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My father had a terrific argument with his wife, my stepmother, a flaming harridan with a voice like hydrochloric acid, and insisted on driving me back home to California.
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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I immediately felt anxious guilt, being the one responsible for opening the way for infection.
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Before I grew used to it
I would wake to the sound
of the Amtrak whistle
echoing down along the tracks
behind our trailer park
and wonder who was hurtling where
through the dark night and across
this wide Illinois prairie
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the emergence of the Beatles and the Vietnam War
sad human electricity
no buzz of any wheel
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