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Mayumi ran. She ran fast as if her life depended on it. She never looked back. She did not care about her friends. Mayumi just wanted to escape that world more than ever, but she did not get far.
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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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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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151950
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Condensation on the Glass Riding down 22, I'm looking out the window. Time is a whirlwind. Your memory relinquishes itself, yellowed and fraying at the edges. It's raining and cold. I make a smiley face in the condensation …
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151900
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She can still be normal, says Momma, knowing my sister can’t hear, forgetting I can.
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151921
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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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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151900
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If Don’s story was one of faith carrying someone through his trials, the story of Randy Slafter is another. It was faith that brought him and his family to Johnstown 15 years ago. The wings of faith protected him from the dark angels of grief and tragedy
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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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151854
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“We could dooble date,” he said.
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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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151810
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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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151810
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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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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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15181817
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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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151810
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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151855
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philanthropy corrugated with a smirk / printed aside every cardboard box and room / every cardboard house with every cardboard door.
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151821
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Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
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151820
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My brother Herb married his high school sweetheart right after completing college. This was a girl named Beryl, whom he'd met originally in Mr. Reinert's marching band at York High School in Elmhurst. I remember one day in particular in the middle of the
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151830
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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151820
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Now it's late. I am hanging upside down from a rope coiled around my crushed left ankle, the pain too sharp to be really felt, as the excess blood to my head makes my thoughts fuzzy. I am almost two meters from the rock face, thirty-five hundred meters above sea-level, the…
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15181511
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When Lois finally found him down there, Johnny was wedged between a large rock and the trunk of an old, long since fallen, cottonwood tree. She said as she got to him, she heard his gurgling breath, fighting fiercely to stay alive. When she saw the deep, gathering, red…
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You snore and the house is safe again.
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151887
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1518115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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151743
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Philosophy: a muscular exercise of throat, jaw, tongue, and brain.
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