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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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152000
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Sora and Ciel stood before Dean Morden inside his office. It felt weird to the girls looking at him sitting behind Madam Mayweather’s desk
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152074
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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.
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152041
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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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152043
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The plane passes the runway, dips sharply, its shadow straight down below, too cold in the cabin, the sun hitting your arm like a machete below, it is 94, the humidity too, it has just rained for 3 days, it never rains this time of year......
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152043
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A tornado and peacock were bred in his paddock; the couple gave birth to a turquoise lasso.
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152064
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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152011
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Where the skin had grazed, shredded by the coarse gravel to form scabs, fascinated Jack. It reminded him of his youth and his own grazes, scratches and stitches. As a boy he imagined scabs were rough foundations of igneous rock, blood like lava pouring th
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151921
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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151932
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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151952
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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151964
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They made posters and hung them everywhere. With the passing days she became the photograph at its center: hair always in the same ponytail; always with the same smile
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1519179
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A woman who is, say, a culinary arts champion or an heiress devoted to literature such as Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman) or Peggy Guggenheim might be able to turn me on, turn me out, turn me around.
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151921
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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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151933
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“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."
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151921
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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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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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1519147
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At some point, you care/
just enough to wake each morning,
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151987
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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151910
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“I'll have the Ribeye cooked medium rare,” says Bill, who looks over at Julia, blonde hair and disarming smile, and he thinks that she's not bad for a blind date. He doesn't like the way she butters her roll, however, and it agitates him that she spreads…
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151931
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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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151900
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Osama couldn’t see any reason he shouldn’t retire. No way he could top BP Oil in the Gulf or Pacific Gas & Electric in San Bruno.
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1519108
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He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.
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151812
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In today’s print-on-demand and digital world, there are unlimited avenues for aspiring writers to circulate their work, but deregulation and limitlessness often leads to chaos. Writers are more inclined to release unpolished work that fails to rise to the
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1518107
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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151822
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You have such a complicated mind /
for refusing to believe in God /
just like any damned liberal /
whose fingerprints /
crowd the faces of a thousand /
dollar bills /
being passed around your great nation...
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After President Trump was elected, my first impulse was to spend the next four years cowering under the bed, whimpering.While I knew that I needed to keep track of what our new commander in chief was up to, watching the news made me too angry and too sad and just too…
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151811
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The dance draws deeper
whirling witches weaving rhymes
The fire spits fierce in the falling rain
soon the spell will spill from secret times
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151864
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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