1500 11 9
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All else is unmoved/
and relentless in its indifference.
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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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150000
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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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150012
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...Truth is, it’s because of fabulously wealthy men and women like myself who long ago sucked all the cream out of the bottle, and now we’re coming back for whatever milk remains.
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150064
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x ≥ ponds rise beyond where you & i have stood
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150065
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"People are stupid. They've always been stupid. But these days...." His voice trailed off. "Dumb and dumber, huh?" the Boss asked. Peter nodded.
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15001311
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I was always more comfortable with the ponies than you were / more comfortable with betting windows and two-dollar bills than you were
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150031
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While waiting for the water to boil she formulated an excuse that the Saitos would be forced to accept as to why she must drop Isuko as a student. Suddenly the kettle sung out like a soprano, desperate to be silenced.
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15001610
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Lavender, a Liberal Betty, batty from hormones, in a fanciful fit, named her daughter Lavender. Husband Don winced. Brothers Donald, John, Billy, and Tom were puzzled and pleased by this sister, this girl, who was a little bit like them, yet not like them at…
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150064
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It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.
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150061
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The old man is dead,
body propped in its cart
like the dead El Cid
strapped on his horse by Jimena
to save Valencia,
and yet...
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149943
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149988
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We're killing off the elephants. We're killing off the tigers. We're killing off monarch butterflies. We're wrecking the coral reefs. Big sad gorillas don't feel at home in their own homes. And all instead of learning to live in some…
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149953
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The new king hunted often. We heard her whirring above, the terrible whirring a forest of—, and she drifted over our city half dangling from the chopper, rifle barrel glinting.
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149900
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One cold winter's day she met what she thought was the love of her life. He had everything going for him but his age. You see the sweet young thing was a lot younger than her. One might say that she had lived many lives before he had been born.
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149932
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I could feel myself slipping back into my old ways again and it always hurt like hell.
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149965
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We were offered mannequins that had pubic hair that grew and swirled, and could visit like a pet, and sit in your lap
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1499115
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There are no inspirations./
There are only the things I like/
and the much more numerous//
things I do not like.
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149976
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"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."
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149931
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149921
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As the jughead turned with a humph the old man muttered, "what a jerk." The jughead spun around and glared at the young black man and said, "Did you say that?" The old man laughed, raised his hand, looked up at the jughead and said, "I did." The jughead t
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1499146
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The white space beckons-/
a blank wall in a decrepit neighborhood-/
wishing to be decorated or defiled
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149945
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The stick had a head and a face and a swirling robe, all etched in wood.
It was the 14th Dalai Lama.
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149997
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I remember the living room heater
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149932
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I climb up on the sofa and stand next to him. I smell something.
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149954
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Swatches of Chinese silk in vivid red and lavender fly through the air. My granddaughter in her mid-thirties reaches for the cloth. I see in her mirror a shape forming; a slim, gray haired woman with a spring in her step. I pause to admire my reflection and pass over the…
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1499103
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It ain't the steak, it's the sizzle.
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1499106
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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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