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No pain is private. How can it be?
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151341
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To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...
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#2 The Typewriter Inside You by Harmon Gentle—I found this one at a garage sale when I was 15. Intended as a manual for sharpening one's typing skills, by the third chapter it became obvious that Mr. Gentle's sanity had slipped, and that rather than mastering the…
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151300
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My eyes don’t close but hers are shut tight, and something inside tells me that to this girl, I could be absolutely anyone.
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1512105
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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151250
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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151264
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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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1512128
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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1512116
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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151200
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Won't speak a word against 'em. Car trunk stunk like bad chicken long after, but I won't speak a word against 'em.
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151287
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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151284
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We may think about so many things and thoughts about rain. We may think about where it is going, where it comes from.
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151111
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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151121
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In the ’70′s, Bigfoot was romantically linked with Farrah Fawcett, spotted in an Arkansas 7-11 with Elvis, and tabbed the front-runner to be Secretary of the Interior had Gerald Ford defeated Jimmy Carter.
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I will show you how, in the spring,
the sidewalks here
look like a crossword puzzle resting under
a glass of lemonade,
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151121
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I don't know what I'd expected from the week of mourning after my mother died but I sure hadn't pictured this marathon cocktail party. Our house is packed with people, food, booze and borrowed chairs. People I haven't seen in years keep turning up with casseroles.I'm…
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My grandfather was ninety three. My mother was sixty three. I was thirty three. My daughter had just turned three. Our ages were all lined up like the beauty marks on Snow White in the Donald Barthelme version of the story.
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151198
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Dressed as an English professor on Halloween
I escape the red devil and run downtown.
I go to the Art Car hangar
I dance, I swing my golden brown briefcase
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151121
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It was a strange mood, unfamiliar, not one of her usual “I'm busy wrestling with my personal demons” type of moods. She'd been steeped in it all day and I, like a shipwrecked victim reaching out for any piece of flotsam…
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151152
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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151111
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A mundane endeavor depicted as a quest. Try it, you'll like it!
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15111510
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."
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151121
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Naomi hadn't expected them to come in such a big box. When the UPS man tried to hand it to her, she told him there must be some mistake, but then he pointed to her name¾NAOMI BROWN¾right there on the top. When she finally got off all that tape, she had another…
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151121
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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151164
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... he could feel the pointed picket spears.
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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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“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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