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When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.
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137231
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No excerpts for you. Next!
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137276
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I almost caught a poet today.
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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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Get comfortable with criticism
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137211
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*Must have excellent communication skills and be able to talk pretty good.
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137262
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your light is gonna
last me
through the week
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137231
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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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137211
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Daddy says he needs to go to the movies at night to relieve his stress, so Momma wakes us up, puts coats over our pajamas, leads us to the car ...
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Fat Patty sniffs the delicate waft of peat and sidles over, proffering a grope in exchange for a few wet-lipped swigs. Hell yes.
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137200
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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137240
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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137222
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the lightning horse you never mounted in your inherited dream~wetter than the oceans you never traversed~will you ever ride pure abandon?
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137211
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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Her feet are raised upon an embroidered green pillow and she sits naked in a blue velvet chair. Red earrings dangling from her ears, while a red monkey sits at her feet with one leg extended.
She is exotic. A powder blue on her lips and at her navel,
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No, that can't be him, Joe thought. The guy was messing around the displays in back. He had walked in three or four minutes ago, by now, and he certainly looked the part — or at least Joe thought…
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13721910
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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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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137154
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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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137144
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Robert Frost told me that life goes on, but that’s just not good enough for me and for God’s sake it shouldn’t be good enough for you either, should it?
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137120
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Meanwhile stars continue to surprise...
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137100
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This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
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137140
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Dear Patricia, You look marvelous. You seem marvelous. You've added wonder to Oprah's life and that's no small feat. But, here's the thing. I was working on this short story about a relative trying to get in touch with O, one of thousands, except, this one, well this one…
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137100
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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137187
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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137154
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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137120
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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137194
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happily fling Molotov cocktails//
against ICE agents in armored vehicles/
and sing the pain of their burning deaths/
as triumph against asininity.
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137151
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Darkness was fast approaching. I stuck out my tongue at Naya, and she reached out as if to grab…
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