1493 4 3
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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149343
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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149331
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It worked for a short time and their next album, "The Hirsute Agenda" became an underdog success.
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149300
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“She’s very sick. She’s dying,” and he smoothed my hair along my neck.
“It’s leukemia. A very rare type,” his hand reached my shoulder and stopped there.
“She only has a few months.”
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1493104
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Every day, a fresh new/
strain of Hell reveals itself
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149200
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Mezereon’s giant dragon heart marveled at the girl’s revelations. First, he was heartsick for her and the sad state of things back where she had come to him from. Secondly, he was aghast to learn she was a princess; for even dragons know and respect r
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149287
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There is a war, but is it not In my heart? There is a war, but You are not the reason. There is a War, but we're all doing what we can. There is a war, but it is not just Your fight. There is a war, but I Wished you still walked…
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149222
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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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149244
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Ok, ok, people are forever asking me, so why did I cross the frickin’ road? Dumb-shit me, of course. Consequences waaay unforseen.
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149265
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I know someone in need of healing.
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149221
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I want to own you, even if it is only for a few moments or a few hours, but it will not be worth it unless for that brief span of time I know that the only purpose of your existence is to be a woman whom I own.
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149200
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a dozen girls with Encarnación's face flit past, whispering kisses along the part of my hair, tickling their hems along the cuticles of my nails.
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149272
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This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
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1492169
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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149211
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She clutched her fat rolls and tugged on a pant leg. "I'm so embarrassed! You caught me on a bad day!"
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149241
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To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...
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149287
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The winter’s too warm for the bears to sleep,
and they get up in the middle of the night
with insomnia and wander about the streets
in their pajamas, knocking over garbage cans,
looking for a midnight snack of some kind.
They’re getting kind o
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149221
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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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1492117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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149221
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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149200
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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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149251
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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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149197
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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149142
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The convalescent home's common areas are surprisingly well-appointed, given the neighborhood, which makes his actual living quarters that much more dismaying. Poorly lit, dusty, stifling, the room reeks of socks worn for weeks on end. My nostrils burn, and my eyes…
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149155
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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149157
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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149121
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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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149152
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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149154
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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149155
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It's been a bad year, People dying. Some too close to home, Some too far away. I cry down to you, In your casket, and think you might sit up. You were not sick You went in just a moment, Looking stunning and alive. Not…
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