1550 11 8
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nothing suffices as harbor / but a permit to claw at every yawing chasm
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155000
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Randy stood in the alley behind Krasnowski Construction with a loaded gun shoved down the front of his pants. His friend Todd was inside, unloading the safe. And when Todd walked out the door, Randy was going to shoot him in the face.
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155000
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Azure felt tired of all her problems remain unresolved, and she felt this was a good opportunity to get one out of the way.
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155030
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Quantum transport rearranges grandma.
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155055
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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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155066
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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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1550108
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A familiar ritual by now...
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15502210
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Something about her eyes...
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155076
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Now, this boy removed his socks in front of me, on the chair beside my desk where I read my books, and said: “My toenails aren’t shaped properly.”
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1550119
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Listening is loving.
What is more erotic than
these fathoms, skeins, words,
roping tight the ardent ear.
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1550138
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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155000
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They followed the crow up a hill, where lights were at its brightest below. The teens stood frozen in time.
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155043
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the start of what you predicted
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155054
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A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.
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1549106
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She was washing the dishes in the sink, (you're not going to start with a pronoun, are you? Give her a name, for God's sake!) Kate was washing dishes in the sink, (where the hell else is she going to wash dishes? In a creek?) Kate was washing dishes (was…
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154933
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And, you peasy-headed shrew, don’t you dare think I didn’t notice that it was you who stuck that fork into my neck in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot late Tuesday night . . .
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154955
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The first time I saw Little Man was on a bright, hot afternoon near the end of November, when the trains had just pulled into the fair grounds and the familiar smell of upturned turf and sun-basked animals returned to Sarasota.
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15491413
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Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.
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154900
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Everyone gathered around Karin with the Mana Spirits. She wrapped her arms around her waist, staring at the ground.
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1549127
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She has dwindled for the better part of a year, staved off her period, breasts and hips like a warrior. Chestnut strands that danced along candy apple cheeks now surrender to metal pins, her bun severe as an old maid's. Her prominent ears…
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1549105
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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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154955
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They were everywhere walking right above us or so it seemed, back and forth, back and forth with their lousy, crunching heels making hollow chewed up noises that took all the sweet sounds left on earth and had them march along…
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154922
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Sounds terrific, but are there any strings attached?
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154942
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Floating in liquor only to drown the next morning.
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154920
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The gentleman is discreet, but his eyes wander from his paper at intervals as we travel together from London to Manchester. We happen to be on the same train and he happens to be sitting opposite me. I happen to be a size 34C.
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154945
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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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154975
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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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154976
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Lonely kids only want this thing to go away and stay away. To not be lonely anymore. The lonely, uncool Kids have learned to be absolutely Still in the moment. Who does this fall to? They Haven't read enough Vonnegut for your liking? David Foster…
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154943
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Some guys ride hills up and down,
Then stop to terrorize small towns.
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154963
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". . those incandescent secrets she would
pepper in. The sister who ran away."
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