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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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1439117
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Names are forbidden here. So is apology.
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143922
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"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"
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143931
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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143933
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Where we’ve penned heart shaped question marks, seeds sprouting bowed heads, a congregation of confused supplicants.
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143952
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The increasingly furrowed lines on his forehead made her stomach clench.
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143964
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The dead want you to calm down.They are quite fine, and don't needyour post-mortem tears, the flowers and veils; their names mispronounced by preachers. None of your catechisms will do -- especiallyfor the children, who know them well and need no…
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143954
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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143920
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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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143900
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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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143945
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Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
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143955
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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.
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143955
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In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,
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143977
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She tossed the big bird into the air. It wobbled, then flew away.
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143956
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beckoning with citrus streaks blue cobbled streets/and stuccos lit with gold lamps guide strollers here/to Place du Forum in Arles and this café . . .
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143998
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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HORDES OF MEN desolated, struck down, destroyed, sunken form of skin and skeleton, bare cloth matted to torso, bodycage and hipbone, face and neck darkened, bloating to black, rain the endless dream stuck fast in the stone-dead skull and blood a fine sheen over all,…
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143811
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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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143800
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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143865
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His shirts he hangs on the back of the chair, one on top the other so they won't wrinkle.
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143823
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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143843
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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143888
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My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.
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143811
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we all die from the bottom up
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143822
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the lightning horse you never mounted in your inherited dream~wetter than the oceans you never traversed~will you ever ride pure abandon?
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143852
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The manicured lawn rolls down either side of the knoll, punctuated with flat granite plaques, the occasional bouquet of cut flowers, a smattering of faded eight-inch American flags.
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143832
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"I'm just going to
take a power nap!"
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143831
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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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"You don't need the gun," Dean said. "Bring me a bottle of peroxide and some duct tape."
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