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He doesn't call, not even on her birthday. She doesn't mention it or complain. She knows she doesn't have it as bad as some, even in this privileged Triangle of North Carolina. She is white and pretty and belongs to what's left of the middle…
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144944
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The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
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1449159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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14491010
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I told her I didn't love her. She said love wasn't important; she wanted to marry a man she could respect.
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144921
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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144920
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Half past six; already, through the gloom Saltwater flourish sifts from wharfs that ply Their play like girls that haunt the midnight's womb, As far it seems as walks of Barbary. Within the bar, French waitresses and sots Play dice with time awhile and rub…
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144941
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The most unoriginal, trite and hackneyed story ever written!
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144921
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His touch, even now, seemed to set off tremors inside her.
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144923
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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144864
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The heart would have unnatural reverence, exalted, bursting with evil, rolling in sloth, if it did not at once reveal its innocence. I saw you again, on the morning of the sun. It was you, or your double, or a son you might have had. Your beautiful bloo
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144898
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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144811
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But the profligate are blameless now
Those who conflate sex and love the way
dumber animals mistake heat for light
have moved freely back to some primal zone
where if I’m felt to be contradictory to the
surroundings it’s because I wanted t
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144800
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Lottie was a slim, fine looking woman. But Dale thought her breast implants were the worst case of overkill he had ever seen.
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144821
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I stared at these meteor impacts, feeling far away, a lone sentient cloud admiring the scoured yet wondrous earth-of-this-girl below me, the lean slope of her side, the soft dip of her neck, the sharp edge of her cheekbone, the monarch wing of her eyelash
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144855
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There are certain items in the sink that are giving me an anxious feeling in my stomach.
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144840
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One could count fifty moons hanging in the sky, in rows and columns of smaller skies.
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14481814
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His eyes are wide then narrow and brown. Hers are gray then they look away, toward the back door where a delivery driver has walked in, carrying a tray. Nothing is going to happen today.
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144853
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The mother, a pony-tailed beauty, thinks she looks fat in her
new blue-checked pedal pushers and white blouse tied
under her full breasts— in the latest style.
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144732
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a dim wood-paneled stair leading to the ladies’ rooms, candle-lit.
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144700
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Two women are escorted to the desert, where they are shackled to the ground. Who are they, what have the done, and will they survive?
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1447117
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Names are forbidden here. So is apology.
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1447114
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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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144721
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...to know they are not alone
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144774
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The marble, it's just there.
I can't explain
how it got there
(or when),
all I know
is that everything
is in that marble.
By "everything,"
I mean every
thing. Your breakfast?
It's there.
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144700
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Behind the bellicose façade lay a soft, compassionate soul. He sat within a swirl of rosy twilight hues, buoyed by the gently creeping tide. A dark wall approached and he mechanically spun and began stroking into the glassy canvas of light and ocean that lay between him…
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144788
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Able to search through centuries, I click, scribble, skim,resurrect wet stone walls, the smell of burning peat.Bob's your uncle; Peggy's your aunt.Name your family, child. My brother said helloto Uncle Shirley and Aunt Greg. I was more…
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144743
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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144710
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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1447107
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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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144721
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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