1509 10 10
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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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150911
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Suddenly the producer, Irving, tosses a new idea into the discussion, an idea for a possible film. Then the writer, Herbert, does the talking. He performs, in fact, puts on a one-man show. The idea! The idea! It's…
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150901
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Laurel's new bike is powder blue, with silver tassels on the handle bars. Jenny's mouth actually waters at the sight of it, as though it were a fresh loaf of bread or a perfect, juicy orange. “You can ride it if you want,” Laurel…
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150900
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It is your hamsa that protects us,” the girl whispers to me.
“Then I shall give it to you,” I reply.
“No,” she says in the unselfish innocence of her youth. “It is yours and you must keep it.” I smile and kiss her dirty forehead. Eternity passes whil
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150832
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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/
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150897
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1508105
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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150832
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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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150864
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I'm an older guy. She is still quite young. I tell her I may be too old but she giggles and tells me that she did the research and it said because there is snow on the roof doesn't mean no fire's in the stove. She proved it. Things like this. We excite ourselves,…
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150811
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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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150832
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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150865
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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150821
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She positioned the mouse cursor over the word Bikini and double clicked. The hard drive of the ageing work PC chugged into life as an Excel document dragged itself onto the screen.
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150821
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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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150842
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Last night we slept with books in the bed.
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150765
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Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.
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1507176
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...Rabidosa rabida- no spinner/
of webs but a quick and cunning
solitary hunter. Anxiety overwhelmed
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150744
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From the rumple of pre-dawn Queens, sure South on 95, to almost Savannah by dark; still cold, but we’re full of what’s coming:
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150700
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I
A sparklerman zig-zagged across the skies, re-arranging stars in its path. How bright his stick-like and jaggy limbs twinkle, I noticed; even noticing my surprise. No longer 'simply sitting', I was.
'It is time' I mumbled. The room was melting, si
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150700
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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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150711
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we all die from the bottom up
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1507169
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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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1507103
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I am confused by your new paper-doll look, btw. Could you please look regular again by Thursday?
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1507159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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150700
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Tomiko did not feel lost. Although she struggled to understand what was going on around her, she knew where she wanted to go.
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150742
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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150676
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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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150600
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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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150642
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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1506107
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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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