1474 10 9
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He looks outside, sees everything disappearing like crumbing cookies into what appears to be a giant mouth.
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147465
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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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147451
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A tissue, she was saying - hand me a tissue. Her seat belt was locked and she was rocking back and forth in it cinching wrinkles into her favorite blue silk blouse. I can't remember her wearing anything else. Her hands were gesturing - on and on- an endless loop…
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147488
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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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147432
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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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147410
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"If you don't like it then leave!" Sally screamed.
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147453
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147421
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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147411
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I knew we were going to fail. The night we met, when we got out of the car, I dropped my green glove in that puddle, you picked it up but it was ruined. That set the precedent for our whole life together. You can't look at me anymore. My cigarette…
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147444
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"...,beautiful, yet neutral, an oversimplistic reading of the people we meet."
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147442
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Q:What made you want to be a person who rides a train?
A:As soon as I learned there was such a thing, I wanted to be one.
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1474126
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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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147466
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Then I did the same to you, inhaling your scent which was one thing at your hairline and another at your collarbone.
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147422
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Happy Birthday to me.
It takes just a second on waking to remember,
It's June but it feels like December.
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147455
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Eat blueberries every day and you'll live to be a 92 year old mogul. Really.
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147332
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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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147385
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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1473113
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147311
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When people talk about the end moments when one's life flashes before his or her eyes, they often refer to time as slowing down. I can attest to this phenomenon during my final moments, before the collision: the song playing on the radio, the squeal of tires and flash of…
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1473139
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Those who don’t die, desire, descend. No song aloft arises from my irk. The seeing chieftain, not of sea, nor sand, nor boat, I till nightfall stammer alive, dig boneless trenches against tiding dregs and lathe, hunt, wallow, plow the hours, call in awei
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1473169
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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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147351
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It starts with a letter, down the back of the couch, ending, ‘love, always.' I read only the kisses aimed at me - a firing line running off the page. How long has that letter hidden there? It secreted itself in a corner of the house…
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147300
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Cooking dinner for one in a city that isn’t my home. A beautiful city that I’m slowly losing interest in, just as I become a local. In a tiny apartment set in the most realistic part of town, I’ve turned the music up loud to drown out my thoughts.
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147254
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The silver urn of ashes inscribed
with his unknown name.
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147221
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Despite the newly bright bricks and the working clock, Cassie couldn't help but take a deep breath before entering King Street Station. She had always tried to hold her breath when her family cut through it on the way to Mariners games but had never succeeded, not…
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147211
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There's something about the way he touches me every time that makes my heart skip a beat and pushes the air from my throat. I shiver under his hot breath while he whispers softly and pulls himself closer, letting his fingers glide…
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147297
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This is the Minuteman tine/
of the three-tined fork//
we can stick into the modern world/
when it’s done-- a MAD triad.
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147222
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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147263
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Day by day people went missing. Reports of the ads being answered with a robocall solution to their problems were at first unconfirmed. Yesterday my best friend told me his emotional distress call was going to be channeled into a free trip to what he call
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147232
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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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