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Spying is a different concern. Privacy also. I feel there is a loss of privacy just in believing or realizing it is possible; our forebears did not experience loss of privacy digitally, perhaps in another way.
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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143876
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Get comfortable with criticism
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143894
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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1438107
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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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143821
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The blaring scream from my alarm clock suffices as my wake-up call. It disrupts me from my dream state that I so rarely get the privilege to experience any more. I've always loathed that alarm clock, so I turn it off in the most sensibly aggressive manner I know how: just…
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143800
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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143832
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Billy took acid and blatzed into a 7-11, holding his dick like he hoped the store guy would think the thing was an Uzi. The guy laughed his ass off, reached under the counter, and pulled out a .38…
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143821
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if you don't quiver with anticipation you'll barely manage to explode
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143863
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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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143832
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I’m casing the place; my boyfriend Jimmy is about to bust in and rob the store.
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143841
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Zusman snored on the sofa as Motel gathered his belongings in the dark. He moved quietly as had become his custom in the mornings. Initially he had tried not to wake his nephew on his way to work in the…
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143834
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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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1438129
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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143887
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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1438117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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143800
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“I believe this is a case that is very much worth our time. Its probably the most important case thus far in your reign,” Henry said, “my lord.”
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sentinels in a frost-blackened field
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143731
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My beloved lets me crawl into bed
and put my feet on him
since his skin is
warm and hot like a fire roaring from within
his soft flesh.
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143710
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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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143733
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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143761
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Why do I love you? The monster that you are?
I love you for revealing to me my strength
My determination, my will
My need to survive
I love you for showing me the gift that is living
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143762
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Speaking of stiff nipples, I heard you once wanted to become a painter, because of your fondness for nipples. Feeling like Gauguin and his little Polynesian women/girls, are we? So, you're going to try to out-paint God, are you, Mr. Sistine Chapel of the
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143751
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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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143711
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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143776
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Here the three o'clock sun is an old patched up fellow, with a stained yellow beard, walking in a small crispy rain of brown leaves, looking at something that requires a bit of squinting no one else can see, on the far side of the softening…
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143722
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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143730
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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143711
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There was no need to drive. She could travel ten miles in ten minutes. She merely had to be careful not to step on any cars or trucks.
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143711
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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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