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He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
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I reach out and grab a can of soup with each hand and spin them around to dive into this much-heralded sodium situation. It's a landslide. I almost smile as I put low sodium back and continue to hold tightly onto regular.
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It comes to me at night, the monster. I don't even realize it's in the room until I hear it breathing behind me. It reaches out its hands and places them on my shoulders. Its fingers are furry and soft, but strong. They grasp the muscles on either side of my neck, and I…
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INSTRUCTIONS: To all students, please address your index card: "To the Finder of this Balloon." Beneath that, write something that will encourage the finder to email you back. Then tape the index card to your balloon's string.Happy Ballooning! To the Finder…
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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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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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153644
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The first time that
Beethoven’s Fifth was played,
people ran into the streets.
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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153631
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No excerpts for you. Next!
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Our disappearance would register/
as the movement of a sand grain/
on a windy beach full of sand.
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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what was she like you ask? smarter than me for instance she could type alot faster. and she didn’t worry constantly about being poor or having a family looking over her shoulder. maybe that’s what she did with boys. 17 years later and she is in my bed
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There was a form to it, not reproduction. I wanted to write Moby Dick without a man in it. [I wanted to write Moby Dick with only a woman in it.] But I didn't do it. It's like a seven-year diary, and it did happen. I might write it as memory then.
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Ok American dogs. Here my first story I wrote when I only two days old! Then evil moderator delete me and story go away. Now I three days old. I try to remember.
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I love Hooters. Best cheese steak in town in my opinion.
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153631
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The trouble with alarm clocks is naturally that they are miserable. And their curse is that their misery is useful: we employ them because we want to get away from them. But we would never have one as a friend.
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1535108
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When you need a vacation...from everything.
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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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153521
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"Haven't you ever had some little thing you would rather everyone just left you alone about? I don't like to have my picture taken. Please don't ask me again."
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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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153512
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Every time it happens,
I think of Amber Heard
and how hard you can be slapped
without a bruise forming.
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153588
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Some days, you want all the red states to secede
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153551
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you'd do him more of a favor to kill him, than place upon him the burden of such an abrupt change in travel plans.
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153532
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The Intrepid Explorer recounts his travels for the benefit of subscribers to the Magazine of the Museum of Everything
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153531
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I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes.
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153520
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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He prided himself on being not menacing like a bear.
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Be aware the dog is king, radiant, emitting many beams, renewed by and restored by his fullness, his satiety. In many ways underlying all our hearts and minds, out of our notorious youth, ever the flower of our flesh on fire like a little reed next to the dried…
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There were too many laws but not enough of the kinds she wanted. She wished for the right to go shopping. Then taste rather than disposable income or access to finance could distinguish people.
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It was the dead of winter. I took my father's shotgun from his closet. He kept it wrapped up in one of those khaki-colored gun tote bags that had a zipper running the whole length of the gun. It was a 16-gauge, single action shotgun. Anyone could tell wha
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