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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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*Must have excellent communication skills and be able to talk pretty good.
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The last chick in the nest
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Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.
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I. Europa How else to begin but with Gustave Holst's Mars--the gods waging war in romantic twilight as drumbeats and cannons blast swathes in the gloaming and glory awaits in the halls of black smoke. A visual perhaps:…
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It's one of the most difficult problems of aesthetic philosophy: What do we mean when we say that a song is sad? None of the big names--Aristotle, Kant, Croce–Benedetto, not Jim–come close to answering it.
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6. to register for the draft
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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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147842
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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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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As I fall to the ground I realize that in a few moments I will be experiencing a new kind of pain. The last pain. The last pain I will ever feel.
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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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I couldn’t parse the grammar of her body
nor decode the secret softness of her neck.
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Darkness was fast approaching. I stuck out my tongue at Naya, and she reached out as if to grab…
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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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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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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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"...,beautiful, yet neutral, an oversimplistic reading of the people we meet."
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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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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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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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Robert Frost told me that life goes on, but that’s just not good enough for me and for God’s sake it shouldn’t be good enough for you either, should it?
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Once you descend, the third rail/
hums its invitation
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She wore no bra. As she jammed the truck into park and pushed against the heavy door, he saw the points of her nipples against her dress. Ice filled his belly, the most beautiful pink-colored ice.
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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A walled city doesn’t let you out any more easily that it has let you in earlier.
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he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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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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