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Grady Quail wondered why God didn't just have another son
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Meet Carl. He's six-three, two hundred and thirty pounds. He has light-brown hair,…
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I climb up on the sofa and stand next to him. I smell something.
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154044
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The woman lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. She took a long drag, tilted her head back, paused. Her eyes flicked to the NO…
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He did not hear her enter the room...
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Ah, how sweet is forbidden fruit, how delicious undiscovered sin!
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154000
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The day Eugene told me his secret he gave me a bouquet of lilies. Ice clung to the petals like fuzz. Sorry about the frost, he said. That was an accident.
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I chose coming away because here at least I feel good — and it makes me feel I am growing very tall and straight inside — and very still — Maybe you will not love me for it — but for me it seems to be the best…
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154051
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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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154065
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(the hourglass has not gone digital, oh no,/but these days, silicon is in with the sand)
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154088
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I caught her a-feasting with her eyes and smilin' at that Jesus- haired Waffle House cook, Dennis Roy, again and I said, “Merlene, my tiny kitty-kat, they's no reason to carry no torch for him ‘cause he may not be with us very long ‘cause, if you notice, they's no…
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154020
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There is just something about a thin, white cotton v-neck t-shirt, he thought, as he ran his hand over bleary eyes and dehydrated lips. He wanted her, as always. But he needed just a little more rest. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It…
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154065
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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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154041
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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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154052
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Your stepsisters send their love. All three are still on the wagon.
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154000
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Emi watched the Perez sisters show each other support. It brought back memories of Mayumi giving her support, even fighting for her.
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154097
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Weight of faithlessness...
Mist
Of bodily
Existence
Grave expectations for the future
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154000
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When sixth-grade science teacher Pat Farrell assigns an earth-science lab on measuring crystals, the girls collect their materials, read the directions and follow the sequence from beginning to end. The first thing boys do is ask, “Can we eat this?"
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no need to write it if you/
live it, conscious of the light, the/
shape, the sound, the taste, and shadow.
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154075
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The nerves are birds that guide us to feeling the loop and lift of reverie.
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154033
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I immediately felt anxious guilt, being the one responsible for opening the way for infection.
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Our painter man was killed by a bunch of snotty kids who were making fun of him. A gun went off. What is a noodle to do? He wasn't sitting alone in his world, anymore. Where was his famous straw hat? His trusty pipe? He desperately needed to smoke…
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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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153942
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theme songs for concentration camps!?
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153964
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Too often, Calvin's willful head finds its way into his hands.
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153922
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People questioned my motives when I became a smokejumper again. They said I had a death wish, or that somehow by going into battle against the big Pacific Northwest forest fires, I was still trying to put out the flames of the burning car in which my sons Jake (age…
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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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our eyes misted white as goatskin
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