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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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141143
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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141177
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Harvey C. Hamby was drunk. Usually he held his liquor well, but tonight he was off his form. Stumbling over an ottoman, he landed on the floor in a sodden sprawl. As he fell, his left foot shot out behind him and socked Glenda Steinberg in…
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141122
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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141144
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My father died. I took his clothes.
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1411129
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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141011
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Who hasn't got a scar...some flesh wound of memory.
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141064
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Too often, Calvin's willful head finds its way into his hands.
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141065
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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141064
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After the Tokyo experience, Frank and Michiko decided that when she went on extended tours, Frank would accompany her.
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141000
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141010
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It was an eagle in the waves
Those eyes make no mistake
Especially from a mile high
Blue fish and tuna
Too dumb to run
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141011
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My mother gave her all to convince him to be a politician. My sister begged on bleeding knees for him to give her head. I just needed somebody to help me find things.
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The trouble with alarm clocks is naturally that they are miserable. And their curse is that their misery is useful: we employ them because we want to get away from them. But we would never have one as a friend.
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140900
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When she got back to Claire's, she was hammered and she had no idea what time it was, what day, or, frankly, what planet. It was the first time she'd been that drunk in years. The last time she could remember getting even close to that wasted was at a Christmas party right…
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The woman lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. She took a long drag, tilted her head back, paused. Her eyes flicked to the NO…
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1409128
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We suffer//
the one agony only- of having no longer/
any physical effect nor way to speak/
of what we watch to those we watch.
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140945
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After my mother died, my father shipped me to my uncle's. He hadn't told me she was dying, so he could just mourn alone.Lena lived next door, Italian, my age -- which was ten -- beautiful. She was watched by goons in black suits. Her parents owned a restaurant. Across the…
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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140986
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I wrote her a poem.She said, “I hate poetry.” I said, “OK, just read the words then."
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140987
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I always thought I would feel your hand, always, Lay with you as we flew higher together, laugh with You in the little spaces left between certain trees, like tiny blue flowers that only appear suddenly, made secretly Of…
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140911
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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140843
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140801
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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For me, it was that kind of moment. I got to come back. I had been here before and now, well now, I could come back. I had a chance to do it all again, bigger, better and well, just better. I hoped I could remember all that I learned the first time.
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140800
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Slipping into the Sydney Harbour Tunnel like a nocturnal creature fleeing the light, tears stream down my cheeks, spilling from my lips, the pain too great to care about self-preservation. Drunk still, hands clenched, I strain to focus on the world fading into a blur of…
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It wasn't pain
but half of it,
so half of it I mended
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