1512 8 7
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151210
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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151210
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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151200
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“Got a big one boy! He's movin' real fast! Don't think he has had time to eat the bait just yet, so we need to play him out. Let the hook set. Don't want to loose him! Get the net ready!”
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151230
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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151220
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He draped the sheet over her body. Blood spotted the fabric, rose petals on snow.He left the pistol, but pocketed the first edition she'd signed. Part of his fee.In the park, he ditched the glasses, fake mustache, and anorak before making the call.The publisher called an…
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151298
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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151121
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My eyes are wide open. I look like a graphic novel. My world is black and white. I’m poorly drawn. All sounds have an exclamation point.
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151121
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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1511109
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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151152
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Have you ever seen a body of words give birth to a paragraph? I won't lie. It's a little gross. But quite moving. First there is the biology of reproduction. A blackbird living in an electric guitar, for instance, and its inexplicable urge to mate with an elephant.…
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151142
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The convalescent home's common areas are surprisingly well-appointed, given the neighborhood, which makes his actual living quarters that much more dismaying. Poorly lit, dusty, stifling, the room reeks of socks worn for weeks on end. My nostrils burn, and my eyes…
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15111711
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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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151162
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your light is gonna
last me
through the week
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151155
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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.
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151154
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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151141
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151100
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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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151120
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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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151142
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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151171
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151181
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Sorry, I think I was jotting and not writing. I see a dropped article that would clarify my interest. I purposely didn't describe my alcohol use. There, I just did.
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151132
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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151155
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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.
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151164
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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151177
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You don't have to push back so hard. We wore our hair long. We wanted the animals to trust us in their wild open spaces. Everything will come undone. We wore our hair long because we wanted to Be able to find our way home in the dark…
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151000
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If I remember him at all it’s because I decided not to flunk him so he could graduate. I had this theory that teachers should be bound by the same oath as doctors, First, do no harm.
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1510158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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151042
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The rain is filling up my shoes,
I can’t see
through my glasses,
Rain all inside me.
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151000
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“We are NOT starving!” I stated emphatically. “What ever gave you the idea that you are starving? Honestly, Annie, you are so melodramatic. You have food in front of you right now, don’t you?’ I said pointing to her plate of potatoes and so
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