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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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He didn’t even have the energy to tell me to tie her up when he got home.
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141122
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In the privacy of a booth?
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141197
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This is a nice illusion, here with you. The world Is meant to fill your eyes. You remind me of Everything right now. This is a nice illusion, here with You. It's all morning light. The wind playing with your Hair lifts my spirits, too. Seagulls…
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The alphabets will disappear.
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Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.
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Elaine and Francesco exited the taxi in front of Elaine Aster Gallery.
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You’ll say you should have known. You’ll blame my music.
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He trembled as she splayed open his palm...
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141000
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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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141000
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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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141000
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You may be wondering, as is only natural, about the designated husband of our dear Princess.
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141022
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I recently discovered that the man I'd loved and trusted for twenty years had a secret girlfriend on the side for the past decade. We've parted ways and I'm trying to go on with my life. At about the same time, my friend Judy lost her beloved elderly dog after…
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141072
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Love is a strong word ... When you could have been enough.
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141041
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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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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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". . those incandescent secrets she would
pepper in. The sister who ran away."
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140921
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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The washing machine at home was broken. It was an old leaky Maytag. A discouraging mess—twisted panties, sky-blue jeans, and an old lover or two or three floating downstream (the reverse of spawning salmon). Each man was slightly drowned,…
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140920
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I'm a madman. People call me other stuff, but I'm a madman. My name is Roberto Nolasco Bahag-hari. Yeah, I know. It's kinda funny for a name. Friends sometimes call me RNB though I hate that freakin' music. Sometimes people…
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I think we love sex because it brings us so close to the heat of creation that we can see the smoldering flames and the light rising from twigs being rubbed together between the legs. Okay – your turn!
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Even before I tap on the door I know I am being watched with one eye. My footsteps have surely given me away. A swift tug on it reveals her to me—half of her, that is, and I slink past the threshold, to her. From her eyes I see that she has…
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I want to own you, even if it is only for a few moments or a few hours, but it will not be worth it unless for that brief span of time I know that the only purpose of your existence is to be a woman whom I own.
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140900
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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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140920
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Christmas Muzak was piped through to every store in the shopping mall. Giant red velvet bows adorned reproduction Victorian gaslights. Yards of glittered cotton pretended to be snow. A Santa rang a brass bell.
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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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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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“You haven’t been listening, have you.”
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This is me pitching a recently completed screenplay to a film producer at lunch the other day:
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