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he wanders the house/ crying for the hairless tomcat/ (gone for the night/ on an overnight job).
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149774
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My work is not that sexy and glamorous kind of time travel that you see in the movies with Deloreans and phone booths.
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149762
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The machines are alive but she is not. The pads keep her face from being irritated but my mind isn't so lucky."Let me GO!" she cries....at least that's what I hear. They are waiting for permission for her to go. Eager hesitation best describes the tense…
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149764
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x ≥ ponds rise beyond where you & i have stood
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149774
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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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149735
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at nightthe mannequins leave their glass prisons and hunt owls in the forest***sometimes they dance a slo-mo tarantella in a clearingbone-white …
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149725
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There is a whisper in the shadows
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149643
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149655
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"Give it to me I said, you dip! Fork it over!"
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14961413
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Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.
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149632
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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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1496115
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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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1496129
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How could a leaf be an accident?
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149676
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"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."
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149661
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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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149600
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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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149631
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1496146
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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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149631
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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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149655
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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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149685
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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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1496106
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We bought a grand piano at Steinway Hall after 9/11, chased uptown by the dust of death and awakening from dreams of miniature jumpers stuck in the icing of white wedding cakes
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149664
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It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.
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149654
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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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149520
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The boy grew frightened when his grainy wooden skin began to melt, every fiber humming and softening.
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149565
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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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149511
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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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1495168
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Fear the air and fear the fire./
Fear the land and fear the water./
Creation is out to get you, speck,
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149545
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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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149565
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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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