1490 3 2
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What I did I wouldn't call criminal, just stupid. Even my judge, after so many court appointments, didn't understand what had happened. And there's a reason I got out on illegal sentencing but, either way, I paid the better part of a year for it all. I don't want to tell…
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149065
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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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149097
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I remember the living room heater
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14901610
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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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149055
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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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149025
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There is a whisper in the shadows
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149064
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It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.
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149000
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Frank sat next to her on the gurney and squeezed her hand. "You're going to be okay, Astrid. You're going to wake and it's going to be over and you're going to be okay."
"You don't know that," she said.
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149076
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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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149061
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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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149000
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Josh was having a hard enough time getting through his final year of studies without having his sister point out his fledgling love life to his parents.
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148911
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Who hasn't got a scar...some flesh wound of memory.
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148985
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Stroman reached over and stroked the perimeter of Rouge's chin with his thumb. 'I am just joking. You are my soul-mate, you know that?'
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148985
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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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148911
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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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148921
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She also castrated her cat. All by herself...with her Swiss Army Knife. And not with the blade either.
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148945
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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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148920
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A dream that seems
Impossible
When fresh blood soaks the ground
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148974
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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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148986
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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148900
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“You. There,” said the fellow, pointing his gun like a dead finger. “You believe that water saves the soul, don’t you?” Thomas looked to the other boys for an answer, but they didn’t know any more than he did.
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148954
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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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148961
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The lipstick on your collar walked up the steps and through the front door, without a key. Her smile was hypnotically red and bountiful. The guards standing around didn't dare frisk her for weapons, her lips were weapon enough.
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1489103
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It ain't the steak, it's the sizzle.
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148975
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I was tired and lonesome when I checked into another insufferable, shop-worn Holiday Inn. It was the only motel around with the internet — dial up only — in that little jerkwater town, Notmuch, Alabama. It was too late for a nap, so I jumped in the shower,…
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1488103
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We are what we are, and that is zombies.
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148876
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"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."
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148861
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I'm not dying. What is it called if you think you might have Hypochondria but you really don't? I'm worried that's what I have. Is it cold in here? Or is it me, dying?
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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