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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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146920
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“Tell me a story,” he said, toying with his top hat, running his fingers along its brim.
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146900
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Keiko covered her arm while holding the staff. She looked up and saw morning breaking through the sky, but something was unusual about it.
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146900
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I'm getting self-righteous here, Dear Reader . . . [hey! wait a second! this is my diary! what are you doing, looking at it, dude! Hit the road! Scram! Vamoose!]
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146931
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Though his heart aches
his melody seems to flow
It creeps into the dreams
of all in slumber in the valley below
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146963
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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.
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146965
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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
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146900
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My eyes don’t close but hers are shut tight, and something inside tells me that to this girl, I could be absolutely anyone.
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146821
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1468119
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The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top
All fin and boatish power
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146833
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The shit just doesn't want to come off.
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146811
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When flash and bang merge you are, according to the manual, in deep do-do.
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146854
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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146800
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Sora and Ciel stood before Dean Morden inside his office. It felt weird to the girls looking at him sitting behind Madam Mayweather’s desk
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146801
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After you started drinking your meals and hating politics I wanted to climb inside, live in your stomach and dissolve. I wanted to make you see, hold you captive with arms stretched, pinned. listen again, swallow…
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146800
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The rocking chair will bite your toes.
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146812
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she goes jogging with the feet of an angel the sound of crunching leaves like wrapping paper torn open to reveal an expensive doll and the light in her mother's eyes.
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146811
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Colton nods, without words, understanding the significance of every word that the Old Man has uttered, knowing that in the end, given enough time, we all go down that lonely corner, to embrace the darkness, wishing to be cured of our sentiments.
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146820
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“I do not know if you can hear me, or if you can talk to me. Some people do not believe in people like you, you know, spirits, ghosts or whatever you are. I do. I know you are here because of what happened here.” I could not speak. I did not feel I could.
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146821
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He didn’t even have the energy to tell me to tie her up when he got home.
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146854
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If you are a family member or friend of a person incarcerated in a correctional facility...
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146800
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my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast
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146887
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He disrobes; shoes, socks,
shirt, belt, pants. He smells of hard work.
The nude whisper of everything else.
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146765
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Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.
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146701
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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
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146794
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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1467107
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Nik Wallenda was going to walk a wire stretched from Sarasota Bay across US 41 to a condo on Gulf Stream Drive.
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146721
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I wonder if regular nonfashion clothes are out forever, if these kids will ever dress normally like, you know, Phil Donahue, again.
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