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French citizens. The friends were all citizens of a half-assed France. The friends were all half-assed citizens of a French stance. Carol was more American, more eggnog, more cream-of-wheat. She represented dull victory.
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Another noise, softer than the first: swish, thud. You are still. The house is very loud tonight.
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139800
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Was he really a Secret Service guy? No time to think now! Quick as lightning, Rachel bounded over the sleeping matron and sprinted up the aisle.
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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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I await, here at Sandymount Strand / There's a stony bed and moistened sand / Couples dance away into futurity /
With their dogs upon the shore
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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The gaunt broken man walked with short quick steps on the uneven path.
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1398108
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My first love was a woman of principle. Never deny your man was her motto.
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The dictator, what'sisface, was crazy nuts.
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#2 The Typewriter Inside You by Harmon Gentle—I found this one at a garage sale when I was 15. Intended as a manual for sharpening one's typing skills, by the third chapter it became obvious that Mr. Gentle's sanity had slipped, and that rather than mastering the…
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For a time he documented his facial expressions.
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“Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water."- W.C. Fields Around the next corner is a dark green door a dark…
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The bar was dark and a little dirty, and that suited Splinker's mood just fine.
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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Suddenly I'm not feeling it anymore. /
Poetry has become insufficient. /
I can't do it like I used to.
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The streets were filled with animals of the forest. All in a panic trying to find a direction. Mixed among them were members of various Clans that lived in the forest.
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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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He boasts of administering regular beatings to his wife and claims that she enjoyed it.
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That is a pretty damning statement.
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I was so used to the silence of late summer afternoons, when I could roll my hoop through the empty, sunlit piazzas without meeting another shadow, that at first I mistook the footsteps for the beat of a metronome spilling through an open window.
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That streetcar named Desire, it don't hardly stop for me no more. Leastwise not while I'm awake, and I don't have to be telling no nosy aides why I make them noises in my sleep.
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Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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Grady Quail wondered why God didn't just have another son
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Rothko and Stella loved the beach. To Jalapeno it was just one big litter box and for her it held no great appeal. She sprawled sunbathing on the dashboard lifting a lid occasionally to watch Lauren riding a wave. The dogs delirious with freedom romped and chased tight…
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1The Bird King's eggs are subatomic particles created serendipitously by a sneeze in a quantum physicist's dream.Occupying a space between existence and nothingness, reason and madness, broccoli and…
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Mezereon’s giant dragon heart marveled at the girl’s revelations. First, he was heartsick for her and the sad state of things back where she had come to him from. Secondly, he was aghast to learn she was a princess; for even dragons know and respect r
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