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She also castrated her cat. All by herself...with her Swiss Army Knife. And not with the blade either.
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141821
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Everything seems still, but it's not.
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141832
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Ty speed-walked down the long ass tunnel that connected his “A” train to the NJ Transit bus, which would take him across the bridge, where he'd splurge for a cab to take him home.
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141840
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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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141853
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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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1418106
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We bought a grand piano at Steinway Hall after 9/11, chased uptown by the dust of death and awakening from dreams of miniature jumpers stuck in the icing of white wedding cakes
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141878
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Reprisal The bomb blew away hubris, shocked the arrogant bastards into humiliated silence. None of them had experienced hunger and they'd misjudged its effect. In the lobby of the palace, dirt, plaster, glass shifted, rumbled,…
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141863
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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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141821
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This is how she does it:
Forward………… ...Reverse..........…….....Forward..........……...Reverse
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1418106
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my hands splash in to
silver and suds
in attempts to rinse
blues caked in grease
away for a while
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141865
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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
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141742
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Anatoly Gringovitch took a swallow of beer, thoughtfully put the cap on his Ferrari da Varese custom fountain pen, and launched into his story:
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141785
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The women were increasing their writing in the restroom. I asked you later why women only talk on restroom walls, and you said, why do men only talk on restroom walls? I told you as much as I could remember of what had been written.
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141750
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You are Day I am Night Let us Meet In the Afternoon And…
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141753
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Into the bowl I put Tales from the Crypt, The Far Side and an episode of Numbers. Wisked for a moment, then let the dough rise.
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141740
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He saw his mother standing over him, and he called out to her for help, but she only laughed and faded into the paper towel dispenser.
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141700
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She wheeled more deeply into the office towards Mason’s desk. Keith hurried to the desk and pulled the chair out of the way for her and a sat down next to her. She was blue-eyed, pale and completely hairless, which made it difficult to guess her age.
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141700
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Licking my wounds.
That's what my mother calls it. I'm not really sure what that means or if it's true. Sure, losing your boyfriend, apartment and job in a matter of months can drive someone to do something impulsive. Something crazy. But I've always b
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1417168
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Fear the air and fear the fire./
Fear the land and fear the water./
Creation is out to get you, speck,
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141700
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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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141700
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Outside Natsume’s room, in the kitchen, Mrs. Saito and Emi prepared lunch. They were silent, but there were no feelings of negativity in the air.
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141754
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“You haven’t been listening, have you.”
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141722
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“Oh yeah?" I said to Stendhal. "I found six references to women's eyebrows in Travels in the South of France. That's all you think about!”
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141720
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A dream that seems
Impossible
When fresh blood soaks the ground
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141721
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Big Girl always stops on Talbert Hill.
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141774
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"I’ve always wanted to write a novel. Like Catch-22, something off-beat that would start by word-of-mouth, you know, and become an underground classic."
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141741
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You gather their faces in the palms of your hands and their purple eyes blink, blink, unseeing.
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141755
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I think the Air Force Colonel must have known, from the flushed looks on our faces, that I had just fucked his daughter in a roadside patch of ragweed on the way to their house somewhere outside Danville. I remember looking back and forth between him and
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141764
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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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141765
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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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