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I’m not / going to change you I /promise
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149432
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“Guys, who would you rather live with.... Mom... or Dad.”
His younger siblings giggled in shock, not that they hadn’t thought about it... apparently.
"You know I'm right here..." I joked, waving at them.
“I’d rather live with mom.” the question-a
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149321
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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149311
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My grandfather rode with the Czar’s army. He was abducted from a village in Austria, trained to pillage and drink, plunder and rape, and ride the best horses that could be had. They were given the best vodka and the sharpest swords. They were all just b
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149351
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“There are so few uses for Crisco, that to keep it in the house seems an unnecessary temptation,” said my health teacher.
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149322
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They watch her, scald her skin with hot eyes whose stares run up and down her body like lice.
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149322
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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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1493109
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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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1493159
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They were discussing reincarnation,
what animals they would come back as.
"I'd be a vole," Cranshaw said. Is a vole
even an animal? Connie asked.
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149300
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Behind the bellicose façade lay a soft, compassionate soul. He sat within a swirl of rosy twilight hues, buoyed by the gently creeping tide. A dark wall approached and he mechanically spun and began stroking into the glassy canvas of light and ocean that lay between him…
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149386
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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149355
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There are certain items in the sink that are giving me an anxious feeling in my stomach.
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149343
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Before the paint spikes Coney Island to the wind, I walk home through the strum of a shield, colder than the one he left behind. For the hour I sprawl along the sidewalk in her laugh, crater's shadows for Wonder Wheel, he is midnight sun in The Last Waltz. Where the glow…
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1493107
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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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149321
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His touch, even now, seemed to set off tremors inside her.
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149300
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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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149387
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The rat had been informed, assured, cajoled in order to gain his assent—duly lied to, in other words, by the researchers with not one tear of remorse, with no smudge or smear of conscience . . .
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149355
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Eat blueberries every day and you'll live to be a 92 year old mogul. Really.
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1492108
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When you need a vacation...from everything.
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149220
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A rock group named Stuck Gas Pedal. Another named Tweezer. A group of young punk-rockers wearing neckerchiefs named Mein Kampfire. But wait, there’s more.
A song called “We Were Being Facetious,” co-written by them all.
Lost Flyswatter. That
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149283
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You have the right to be happy
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149232
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Eighteen-year-old Svetlana Kabalevsky was now the widow of the poet Dmetri Kabalevsky, soon to be another widow-whore on the Moscow highway.
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149200
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“Is that an erect annual plant in your codpiece, Mr. Flax, or are you just glad to see me?”
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1492105
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and, under foot,//
dark caves waiting/
with their unseen pigments/
adorning forgotten walls.
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149200
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I'd had a long, hard fall from the pinnacle of the profession. I made the mistake of accepting a mouse pad, coffee mug and a fleece pullover with the logo of Upchux, an anti-reflux drug, on the left breast where you'd get heartburn.
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149263
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Some people are born that way, and some people do things to themselves
that keep them from talking. Like opening up a soda bottle with your mouth.
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149251
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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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149200
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His mother hated blue jays, hated them with a passion she usually reserved for no-count trash who drank beer on their front steps and worked on their cars in the street.
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Not today. Even when the Isar rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade 'til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a drawer in a box winking chalkily at me. Not today. When the church tower soars and it's bells toll out a seductive beat …
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149251
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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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