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But the restaurants put pig in every little dish. You couldn't eat there without encountering some portion of pig. It was in everything, including the cabbage. Who puts pig in the cabbage? I'm asking you. And in the dumplings too. For God's sake, give it
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134597
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I remember the living room heater
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134544
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The wooden man came to her in a cloud in a vision in a dream in a story. When he spoke, his tongue clacked against his teeth.——As soon as she woke up, she knew the wooden man was in her belly. She felt heavy with him, fatigued. All she wanted to eat was…
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134563
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Whenever trees or limbs fell in isolate forests—well, no narrators were ever to be found, not even beneath the larger tree trunks or under the fallen limbs.
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134598
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Regret takes the shape of little clouds ...
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134453
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The bar was dark and a little dirty, and that suited Splinker's mood just fine.
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134401
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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1344138
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He bought damaged and used sex dolls online.
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134444
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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1344910
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When the dark shadows of his limp eyes told us life was slowly seeping away, stolen by his stroke, his wife signed the “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” order and, tearfully leaving the room, she turns, asking a final question, “Think a needy family could use his…
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1344103
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My sixth grade teacher used to tell us all the time about how being poor is nowhere near the same as living in poverty.
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134442
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Lorelei was bombarded constantly with it. She began to hate the city...
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134463
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It is midnight in Utah, but I can’t tell. It always looks like midnight in a cave.
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134411
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Everybody knew the McDonald’s at the Waterfront was selling theraflu stamp bags, and I guess I’d heard how bad it was for you—they’d had reports of dumbasses ODing on channel 2, 4, and 11—but it was a lot stronger than regular heroin and a lot cheaper...
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134451
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They come in my room without knocking and I'm nekkid.
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1344126
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"You gonna be old before you're old," my father had told her.
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The young boy sat on the swing, hearing sirens in the distance. The tops of his shoes were dirty. His fingers as well, where he drew stick figures of people in the dirt. His…
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134410
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Hoo-ah! I love these open mikes, I get a chance to pour it out, this… whatever it is, this passion, all this love from I’ll never know where, and then, and then, sometimes, too much hate. Everything’s like all zowie!—splashing scarlet and purple,
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I felt the most afraid I’ve ever felt in my life, like all the unknowns in the universe were rushing through me at once.
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My father had a terrific argument with his wife, my stepmother, a flaming harridan with a voice like hydrochloric acid, and insisted on driving me back home to California.
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134300
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Long ago, this painter Brussegem had hung the dark mantle of Outcast Artist” over his shoulders—and over his life, he formed a strict philosophy—Art and Only Art—and protected his solitude and artistry with all his moody might,....
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134355
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"Give it to me I said, you dip! Fork it over!"
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The faces of the sun remain unaltered across the
seven day forecast.
I am sweat-glued to a poem, looking up at the
wall-mounted TV in a diner in the Valley
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134310
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Read signs sometimes and you just might get where you're trying to go. When Eddie suggested they stop for a Whopper, Dennis said no. "Fuck Burger King, man. Let's get that Wendy's up there." They got…
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The capsules tumble around, one of them plinking against the crown in my upper-right jaw. I hate the crown… a mute reminder of the first time Brad hit me. Swallowing the capsules, my tongue probes the left side of my mouth, finding the other two crowns…
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The moon poured more/
light into the sky/
yet we kept on talking
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134332
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It was the coward's way out, to commit suicide. And yet, one had to be brave to attempt it.
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1343103
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I am confused by your new paper-doll look, btw. Could you please look regular again by Thursday?
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Before the railroad tracks are blown off by the wind, the wall tiles morph to trace 34th Streetwhile a silver balloon emerges from the end of the tunnel. A child’s hand reaches out for the gleam and she, the woman in a black-dress with a mandarin collar,
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