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Nicole knows that Deirdre is winding up for the weekly pitch, practicing the line in her mind.
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1166108
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One day, my feet and hands got into an argument. My feet argued that they were superior because they were not only the foundation of my body, but the cause of its mobility. They were modest in size, yet supported and transported an entire body that towered over them.…
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116665
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116672
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When the black cloth falls on you all food tastes like airline food. Every song sounds like Barry Manilow. Every poem sounds like Rod McKuen. It’s all just noise to you now.
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116695
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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116655
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116600
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I made a man of men. He made a man of me, the way all men are finished, in tragedy and sorrow. Together, we make a story, for other men, brothers and sisters.
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116610
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A powerful song is often a result of imaginative storytelling through a unique “voice” and pitch-perfect musicality.
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116654
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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116630
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11662213
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Only scotch and cheap champagne/
retain their reliable flavors.
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116654
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116632
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She turned him down again. Said it was her insomnia. She was so tired, she said, she had to work in the morning, and why couldn't he understand that? She rolled over facing away from him. He sat up in bed, thinking. When was the last time? Three months ago? Four? He…
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116631
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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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116620
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What the heck to believe in??
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116600
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Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
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116664
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when you betrayed the vain ambition of my death,/I did not complain.
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116662
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Passing by PallanteumOr ‘Dido's Song' Form: Double Sestina, iambic pentameter, rhymed Who knows of hell, knows less of paradise? I've known them both, when vanquished in your eyes, When draws the kelp where lost men had their graves Below…
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116641
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We'd been talking about the baby, about what we would do, when the women began fighting after the wedding held in the church next to our apartment. Their fierce and piercing arguments crawled up the walls to the second story window we sat next to. We'd looked outside…
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11661911
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There is no there or where but rather/
trajectories of probability
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116631
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Sheep are very philosophical, I hear. Stop this hopeless dreaming.
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116684
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Is this sought sea dream of the Arctic fox? The green below the circles of the white, above her eyes? On Formica tables where the woman smocks beneath glass borders of their vacant smiles, they pass by windows formulating styles,…
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116510
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I’ve been here before.
it wasn’t you though—
it was her before you,
and then she before her …
before you.
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116530
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Every town has one. Or one at the very least...
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116520
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Each evening the man allowed himself an hour of fresh air. He and Prickles would situate themselves on the tiny balcony overlooking the same street, a blanket bundled around them both for warmth. These were the times he liked to talk to Prickles the most
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116521
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Metropolitan I. Atlantic harbinger of this our swaddled dawn: Mistaking moon's sea sweep for this the frown The sky's plain-countenanced creatures maytimes weep Upon the surface-sundown of our lawn, When gaily surfaced for…
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116500
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1. HeWomen's heads turned when Remy stopped in the doorway — as they always did. He noticed — as he always did — but paid no attention as he scanned the room. Too nervy to care. No sign of Fiona. Good. It paid to be the one doing the…
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116585
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Love me like a crutch
Love me when I'm strong
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116567
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The dead girl was his niece’s daughter. Only thirteen years old.
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The abundances of age/
are of commodities/
no known demographic values:
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