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No girl hits hard enough.
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144354
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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144332
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"I'm just going to
take a power nap!"
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144320
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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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“She’s very sick. She’s dying,” and he smoothed my hair along my neck.
“It’s leukemia. A very rare type,” his hand reached my shoulder and stopped there.
“She only has a few months.”
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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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144377
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She tossed the big bird into the air. It wobbled, then flew away.
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144210
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in her bedroom, opening night of his solo show she is snapping her nylons to center the seam stretching from her toes to where the line disappears into the hem of her dress.
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144276
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Ross, I've been a ghost hunter for almost 10 years now and this is a place I said I WOULD NEVER NEVER EVER go to!
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144200
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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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...he was suddenly and hazily relieved that he had something in Persepolis and blue agave plants to talk to her about.
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144231
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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144289
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a half-moon hung straight up and down
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144223
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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144200
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I pat my pocket to make sure everything’s in order; a Starbucks blueberry scone to sustain me, a $50 Brooks Brothers gift card from my in-laws, and my “piece”–a fully-charged BlackBerry handheld device.
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144243
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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144240
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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144250
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"The Chinese don't have no Mardy Grah, bitch."
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where will we be/ when it happens?
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Is this sought sea dream of the Arctic fox? The green below the circles of the white, above her eyes? On Formica tables where the woman smocks beneath glass borders of their vacant smiles, they pass by windows formulating styles,…
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144121
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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144121
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I was feeling a bit introspective. I was busy in my own mind assembling the history of the place and getting ready for the visit. I was naturally not someone who would cluster up with a bunch of people I had just met and had arrived to participate in this
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144111
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I dream about the boy in The Neverending Story, the gate of mirrors, and the Nothing, a dark cloud that floats in the sky, takes away everything.
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Got something inside me
hard as nails
keeps me walking upright
ain't never failed
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Daddy says he needs to go to the movies at night to relieve his stress, so Momma wakes us up, puts coats over our pajamas, leads us to the car ...
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"Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. It doesn’t mean anyone is to blame - It just is."
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say no / to me / and devastate me / and I will take it / as god's will / to drown me / in a vat / of my own / entrails
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144174
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The energies align to compel you,/
wave by field, charge by pulse, into/
an ever increasing circle of speed
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