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Art books, paintings, antique chairs, marble tables, full length gold gilded mirrors, oriental rugs, tapestries, a Louis XVI painted French armoire, a wrought iron Deco coffee table, flat ware, silver flasks, mantel lamps, iron gates, a silk settee, theat
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150274
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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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150251
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I lift up my sweatshirt and reach with a full fist into my belly button. This is where the fat comes out.
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1502198
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...collapse of the human world. Go, cell phones!
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150211
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Everybody knew the McDonald’s at the Waterfront was selling theraflu stamp bags, and I guess I’d heard how bad it was for you—they’d had reports of dumbasses ODing on channel 2, 4, and 11—but it was a lot stronger than regular heroin and a lot cheaper...
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150265
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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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150241
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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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150275
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It is not unusual for farmers to see the future before it’s begun—but I am not speaking here only of the need to hope but more. . . .
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150233
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The hotel sits on the highest point in Shimla: a place of cedar-scented air, an aggressive monkey population, and summer houses left by the British Raj.
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150134
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She had a face like a frog: wide mouth, prominent eyes – and when she touched him, her fingers felt clammy on his skin.
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150164
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We played synthetic derivative punk. We used Donald Trump tweets as lyrics.
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1501158
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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150121
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1501109
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We’re lucky it/
was chunky spew,
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150133
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he wanders the house/ crying for the hairless tomcat/ (gone for the night/ on an overnight job).
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150162
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The machines are alive but she is not. The pads keep her face from being irritated but my mind isn't so lucky."Let me GO!" she cries....at least that's what I hear. They are waiting for permission for her to go. Eager hesitation best describes the tense…
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150154
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My wife says you can tell the crooks from the cops from the cowboys at the taco truck across the street.
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150171
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I have the right to remain silent. If I waive that right everything I say can and will be used against me like a razor dragged across my neck.
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150174
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The world is slick as alabaster, taking the guesswork out of the rain. Junction Road moves like thick grease under the tires of my '89 Skyhawk. The old car's making a clicking noise somewhere underneath the high-beam switch and the damn…
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1501108
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“I have a theory,” she said on their first date, which was at an Indian restaurant where the music was a lovely singsong but the chef seemed enraged as he clapped a ball of dough between his hands, then threw it into the flames. And her date, whom she…
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150155
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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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1501106
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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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150187
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I always thought I would feel your hand, always, Lay with you as we flew higher together, laugh with You in the little spaces left between certain trees, like tiny blue flowers that only appear suddenly, made secretly Of…
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150176
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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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150132
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I separate my thoughts into two / camps
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150144
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Feelin’, feelin’ good, down-fallin’ down/rain, rain, rain came today,/wet alfresco alchemy
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150085
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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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150054
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I know this much: right now I’m over a thousand miles from my brother. I’ve been watching the odometers, adding it all up.
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150011
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“...you should have something moving around here.” Tracey looked around, then said, “Paul, you should get a cat.”
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150000
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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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