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Blankets were always her undoing.
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145930
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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145987
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145943
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The first of the fires that started by the river in the abandoned mills were so hot they burned white and pale blue
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1458105
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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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145844
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145830
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Roanne, just out of jail, went to cop. That is, she went to beg fat little Freddy the dopeman to front her once more. She'd have to fuck Freddy, of course, but, well, maybe he'd wait until after this time. Likely not…
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145832
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We were talking in the dark in my room. He lay on a mattress on the floor. He came for a sleepover.
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145810
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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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145810
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My name is Jeremy, and I am in love with a zombie.
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1458199
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One moustache hair at moustache level on a filmy bathroom mirror. A red velvet spread on a big round bed. Dear Ma: We saw a bearded lady.
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145840
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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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1458179
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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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145887
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He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
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145820
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Night became day and back again in the span of a heartbeat, the familiar strangeness of the sudden change stinging like dust in the eye.
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145843
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"You're no good at sex, no good at drugs and, god knows, no good at rock and roll."
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145811
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Andrew had learned the art of being a chameleon at school where his school uniform provided an exoskeleton. Beneath was no costume, just the fragile skin of adolescent ego.
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145820
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Overnight Robbie had lost his youth. But since he was still only nine and his arm looked like a nine-year-old's arm, people didn't notice much at first, until he tried running. Or if he was introduced, and they went to shake his hand. He immediately lea
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1457116
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Jane knew what to do
when she heard murmurs in the ceiling,
knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.
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145766
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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145765
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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145762
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your light is gonna
last me
through the week
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145753
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We entered the castle at dawn. The dim light feebly illumined an array of antiques and medieval weapons. Bats dangled from the high vaulted ceiling, enfolded in membranous wings. What were once chandeliers radiating light were encrusted with webs and the ancient wax…
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145795
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Then I found myself in the water.
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14571510
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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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145740
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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145783
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goes on and on. Like it's a sad mad season on Mars, well it isn't, is it? Sometimes I have towonder whatever happenedto us, to make us forget how well we already know how tosing as good as any larks do? I have never wantedto drown, but I've…
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145799
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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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Being an uncredited bonus composition, written in the sublimest access of divine afflatus this poet believes his lyric verse has ever known. “In olden times, dark was not counted fair”: Those were the words, I think, of some old poet. …
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