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This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
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1482169
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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148242
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The first and easiest reason was that he never hit me. Well, if he never hit me, then how could it possibly be abuse? Never mind the threats to stab me in the neck. He was only angry. He really didn't mean that. Never mind he restrained me, or cornered me
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148243
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I was walking my Belgian Waffle-Hound
Past the Belgian waffle shop
I found a penny on the ground
And did a tiny little hop
I spun around and went inside
The Belgian waffle shop
And bought a little waffle
For my Belgian Waffle-Hound
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148254
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Mon wakes up surrounded by trees. The light is grey, the trunks black.How long have I slept? he wonders.He doesn't know which way to walk. In every direction, the same prospect of trees. He looks up at a blank sky. No sign even of the sun.***He starts walking. Slowly,…
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148241
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To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...
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148287
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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1482117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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148232
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Sebastian and Janice had been a natural match. They sought to deny this at first because a recovery assistance program was not a place to forge intimate relationships. It worked out wonderfully in Hollywood, but Hollywood, as everyone knew, was just a facade. So…
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148200
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It was unusual, a feeling of déjà vu waft in the air. However, this was completely new to them. Mayumi gripped her shoulders as Emi’s lips moved trying to ease her fear. Mayumi did not understand what this stuff was.
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148164
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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148154
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Been looking for guns.
His guns have turned up missing.
He’s been looking for the guns.
Looking for guns.
The au-pair must’ve snuck back in
And took the guns.
And the baby.
The baby must be crawling off with
Guns again.
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148131
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Sweaty feet, drool from the weighty sleep of mid-afternoon naps, the inescapable perspiration of the South: all combine to create the entwined scent of socks and stale toothbrushes...
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148150
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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1481103
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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1481118
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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.
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148184
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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148111
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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148143
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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1481189
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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148142
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I give you the rattle of the rattlesnake. I give you a daub of creosote. I give you the metaphysics of glue.
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148121
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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148142
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I got to see me the other day.
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148151
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It’s as she reaches into the fridge for the carton of half-and-half with the grainy waxy photo of the little girl—Last Seen 10/2/06—that the memory surfaces:
“Hey. That’s mine.”
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1480112
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The water lapped against the sides of the small boat, their rhythm all that I could think of. Sweltering rays beat down, frying my flesh, the insipid salty breeze that occasionally stirred my only relief from it. Gulls circled overhead, like white ravens,
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148044
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148022
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At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…
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148043
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leaves, starlings and other words fall into thickets of orange or green grasses or tendrils or snakes
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148043
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When I met Gregor Samsa he was still a cockroach, erratic and skittish whenever the light came on. We often spoke in the dark. I empathized with the man. I mean bug. Ok. That isn't fair. You can't call a man a bug because he chirps and eats dried skin cells. A…
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148021
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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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