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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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14611012
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All the things that are his.
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146120
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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146188
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found the notebook-maybe it should be called her diary-she had foolishly forgotten, leaving it on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago and I was numbed at first, unsure how to…
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146143
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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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146100
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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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146133
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OhYou like quiet nights in?I do tooBut we might not get alongbecauseOnly part of youwants silence
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146021
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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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146055
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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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146020
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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
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146075
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The pool deck was covered with the bloody footprints of resident gawkers.
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146011
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I took advantage of a free period this afternoon to nap. When I awoke, I tasted blood. My tongue was swollen. I checked myself in the mirror and saw twin punctures on my lower lip with pinpricks of blood on each. I winked at my reflection and lifted my li
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146032
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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146062
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The laptop has ruined the sanctity of the library. And so I get up and go see Queen Jane.
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146022
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I may as well have been sleepwalking. Either way, I had no opportunity to admire the moonlight flooding into the long corridors, illuminating the stag heads and painted cheeks of long-dead ancestors.
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146010
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We called him Mickey Habanero, because he could fill his mouth with the hottest food imaginable, the kind packed with the sort of heat that would melt the gums from the teeth of a novice, all without taking a drink of milk or anything else that would otherwise soothe the…
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146000
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I play in the dirt with cattle bones
while Mother rattles the sky.
She tells me I have my fathers eyes.
The words come through bloody fissures in her lips.
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146032
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He painted a woman on them, identical to the woman that kneeled by his bed.
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we were traveling on wasn't necessarily going to go careening over any hill as fast as it was smashing into the blunt end of another cloudless hole like a cartoon cat chasing a cartoon mouse. It was huge like a stone wall that had its own…
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146041
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The most unoriginal, trite and hackneyed story ever written!
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146064
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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Flicking the cigarette into the river the man's face becomes soft, as if waving goodbye to the only real attachment that he has felt in decades.
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1460810
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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/
glare of countless eye-beams.
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145900
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Now, we can argue about how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop, but there is no doubt that it takes eight spritzes of Scrubbing Bubbles bathroom cleaner, three spritzes of Lime-Away, and then a 30 second spray of Oust to incapacitat
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145975
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I learned how to fall in love, in one hour, watching The Waltons. John Boy fell in love with Jenny. Jenny fell in love with John Boy. It taught me the right way to fall in love. It taught me the right way to let love go. I was 12 years old. It was a lesson I…
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1459128
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in White Heat
there’s a character
who reads lips
using a mirror to see
the mouths of prisoners
in other cells
that’s how I feel
when I talk
with you
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the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizonare fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.at night he curls by the door or else he follows her to a different place. he is quiet, then. as if he knows the secret challenge.better if he and all the others…
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145910
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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145900
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In the state that the stars fell on,
Love and I stumbled upon bits of God
where he forgot sky and moon, too.
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