1453 9 8
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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145200
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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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145200
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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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145232
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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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145221
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...to know they are not alone
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145232
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Natty looking
in his 2-tone shoes
and argyle socks
blue blazer
with 3 gold buttons
on each cuff
pale yellow
hemp or burlap
necktie, of course
with a blue shirt
(never white!!)
long mopish hair
hanging on his forehead
and a
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145223
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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145200
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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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145254
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A study found that in bat species noted for female monogamy male bats have small testes and big brains, while in species noted for female promiscuity males have testicles five times as big, but smaller brains.
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145240
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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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145210
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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145254
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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145210
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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145275
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I'm hearing a noise. I can't see it. It's hiding and seems to be coming from the other side of the creek. With boots on I slowly wade across. The water makes its light lapping sounds. Reaching the bank, I search for the noise. It must have a face, suntanned and warm, that I…
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145232
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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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145110
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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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145176
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Up at the top, a quarter mile south, billows of black smoke crawled up the faint blue of the sky.
|
145141
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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145176
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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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145144
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people keep trying to get me/ "out of the house"./ they see fun in me, and cool in me,/ and want to spend time with me,/ and i am flattered most sincerely./
|
145195
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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1451107
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“What do you want for Father's Day?” she asks. “Sex,” he says, his mouth curling at the corners, “and a bottle of Shiraz.” …
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145132
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I don't mind being dead. It's ok. Really. I've discovered a whole new way of being based on non-being. What else can you do? I like being invisible. I like groaning and rattling chains. I used to be a writer. Still am. In fact, it might be more accurate to say that…
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145111
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we all die from the bottom up
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145121
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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
|
145123
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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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145100
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He rolls in unbidden across the stubble fields /
Old acquaintance astride a newly booming cloud/
Under sky an alien shade of strawberries whipped/
Her watch stops ticking out the rest of her/
scheduled breathing poses
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145131
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It was the first warm day of a late-arriving spring. Ben was sitting in his divorce lawyer’s office on Maiden Lane in lower Manhattan.
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1451105
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If I could say only one thing more to Tony who died a month ago, there is one thing I could find to say
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145011
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This is 57% of middle America, I'm convinced: doomed.
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