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143921
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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143934
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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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143920
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Each had jostled and laboured for his or her place upon the blunt outcrop, in the cold persistent darkness, where the outcrop was merely something that had fallen and not quite been washed away.
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143930
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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143987
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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143911
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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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143931
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I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
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143854
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I got no good hubcaps
My van is up on bricks
It's held together with duct tape
And a couple of crummy sticks
I caught the guy who did this
And tied him to a tree
I kicked him in the windpipe
And kicked him in the knee
I'm a man witho
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143801
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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143810
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The parrots woke Eddie up. That and Rocker snoring in the twin bed. A thousand parrots flying over the motel? They squawked, God how they…
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143810
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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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143833
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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143862
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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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143851
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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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143885
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In the diffuse light of early morning you wear a sweat suit maybe and stand in front of a model-kitchen counter in a model-home kitchen
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1438128
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That’s a long time/
to live with the certainty/
of your death
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143800
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Mayumi noticed everything moving in real time. Everyone just stared and a woman approached her to see if she was okay. Once Mayumi felt the woman’s hand touch her shoulder, her skin crawled and she ran.
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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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143876
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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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143886
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Said do you feel it when you touch me?
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143811
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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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143864
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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143821
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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143822
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“The window is a much better place to read,” she said.I wasn't aware she was talking to me, at first. In my typical manner, I was thinking about far off possibilities and realities completely detached from my own. Yet, here she was, a far off…
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143855
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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143786
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Our painter man was killed by a bunch of snotty kids who were making fun of him. A gun went off. What is a noodle to do? He wasn't sitting alone in his world, anymore. Where was his famous straw hat? His trusty pipe? He desperately needed to smoke…
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143721
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Anatoly Gringovitch sat in the police car returning him to the Opera House.
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143732
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Michiko stood in front of Steinway Hall on West 57th Street.
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143755
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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