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Marcy was not herself today, her mother said when the school called. She was under the weather and she could not play with the other children. Marcy's mother began to suspect that her daughter was not herself very early on that day. Walking up the stairs Dolores…
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151910
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I’m not ready for football. I’m not ready for it, but I live in a southern town that worships at its altar more devoutly than those suicidal beauties in James Wright’s great poem.
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151954
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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151954
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I find myself in an unfamiliar restaurant, its cuisine an uncomfortable pastiche of Croatian, Burmese, Jamaican and leftovers of long ago Sunday dinners in a small New England town.
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151910
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"Maybe…" he began searching for some comforting wisdom. "Maybe it's like this. Husbands live for their wives. Mothers live for their children. And children...well...until they're husbands or wives, they live for themselves."
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15191817
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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151942
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If white t-shirts are only an SPF of 8, she couldn’t even imagine what a white nylon-mesh umbrella on this godforsaken beach might be in terms of protection.
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151973
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Sometimes you have to go wild; you have just to go fucking nuts. You do.
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151952
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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151975
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151999
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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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151975
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Cicadas shed their skin as they grow, leaving crisp hollowed out remains on tree trunks, fence posts, and the undersides of upturned leaves. Tommy and I would collect them in the early morning and stick them to our clothes like brooches. I used to like Tommy,…
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151910
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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151931
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'Every raindrop sounds different.' says Barney. He's bouncing along beside his mother, twisting in her hand like warm milk. She looks down at his Big Bear hat and tugs. They wait together at the edge of the busy road. 'How do they sound?' 'Zzzing.…
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151942
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I was in life, in my dream. I was feeling around underneath your clothing. My fingers were shining in the underwater afterlife of memory, searching for those lovely nipple-sized mollusks. I lived in a land somewhere between the past and the future. Now
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151932
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I didn't feel when you cut out my spine I'd been throwing up all night couldn't even smell the rust …
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151930
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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1519105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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151932
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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151990
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Of flowers there Are none In June No sun Upon my cheek The gentle breeze Stirs me not The smiles They cloud my vision Birds they Sing their songs But I hear Them not When tears Rain down My heaven.
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151900
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“I believe this is a case that is very much worth our time. Its probably the most important case thus far in your reign,” Henry said, “my lord.”
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1518158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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15181711
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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1518115
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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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151800
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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1518124
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It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said.
Me insecure, you unfaithful
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151810
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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151831
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151896
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"It was one kiss. No tongue. What does that even mean?" Lindley tried to see Leah as any other patient, "What do you want it to mean?" "I don't know," Leah whined, tears welling, "something, maybe. You know I hate surprises." Her sister was not another…
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