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Grady Quail wondered why God didn't just have another son
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Magdalena followed the receding tide, her tiny feet leaving no rumors in the hard sand. She gathered only the most beautiful shells and presented them to her waiting Abuela. Her grandmother told her that the only things that a woman truly owns are her dreams. She told her…
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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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When I arrived in heaven
Calling out your name
Running just on vapor
Leaving my old flames
I thought I saw you singing
Dripping from all sides
Crying like a rainbow
Reliving our old lives
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Cat summoned for jury duty in Boston
Wayward hawk loose inside Library of Congress finally caught
(God only knows what happened to the doves)
Vacaville roof collapse blamed on bird droppings
These are a few of my favorite things
Piano mysterio
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Ah, how sweet is forbidden fruit, how delicious undiscovered sin!
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That Orndoff! I'd like to shove that pipe of his up his arse.
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After my mother died, my father shipped me to my uncle's. He hadn't told me she was dying, so he could just mourn alone.Lena lived next door, Italian, my age -- which was ten -- beautiful. She was watched by goons in black suits. Her parents owned a restaurant. Across the…
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He arrived at Bellevue hospital in a straight jacket bound to a gurney.
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A man wearing a dark green coat closed the door loudly. Tanu sat up straight, and stared at him. He looked around till he found her face and sat down in front of her.
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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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Your stepsisters send their love. All three are still on the wagon.
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Benjamin stands beside his bed and unpacks his few things – wire cutters, knife, tape, line, two blocks of C-4, wallet, brush, and a small stuffed animal – a monkey.
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A young girl wavering between celibacy and punk mother-lust despair came to visit us each night
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I don't like listening to the radio anymore. Nothing is clearer than a live voice with something to say. Give me a big field with no one around but the birds and I will send the bees away from me. I will deny all bugs to buzz.
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theme songs for concentration camps!?
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life is a lucky thing, bountiful among the
drugs and flowers
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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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There was this old guy named Ned. He swept floors. No one knew much about him. He'd been around for years sweeping the concrete floors of the hangar-sized buildings that housed the major mechanical service departments at an old amusement park.
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years later, she won’t go near the trees
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We do the work of fixing people like him?
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Accidental suicide, though. Why, that could happen to anyone.
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...when suddenly I was pushed from behind, smack into the deep end.
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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When Mr. Hawk died, he discovered something. Heaven was like being the library forever. Hell was like being in the library forever. Only one of those places had Ava Gardner.
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