1440 5 4
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Johnny and Dee Dee Ramone crack open
an Old Bushmill’s and offer John Huston a pull.
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144001
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Overhead cranes balance ordinance from one end of the palatial enclosure to the other. There are robots, high-voltage, force-fields…more than a hundred ways someone could get hurt. I looked back again…She was gone.
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144000
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Could I really seduce and rob a total stranger -- just on a dare?
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144072
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It waited and witnessed the seasons complete a grouping and form a year. Then it watched them do it again. Winter, spring, summer, fall. It watched from the inside of course. But it could see. Big sliding glass doors and long and wide windows stayed the course also, way…
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144041
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“Behold!” cried the Lord, on a late September morning,
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143966
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Wild are the woods tucked in the backyards, tame the front lawns of green, manicured, with a hedge and a few flowers, a well-maintained driveway, and a garage door.
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143952
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My dog’s on suicide precautions. I had to take away all her eating utensils--even the chopsticks. So now she has to eat directly from the bowl. It doesn’t seem to slow her down.
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143966
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alright, alright but not so much of a friendly little cigar-chomping companion-like a friendly ghost! That sweeping hair of longed for sleeping only awaits you once you've drowned too …
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143954
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The cellar smelled like an aroused muskrat.
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143932
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Friday night in Little Italy is a big night.
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143997
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She grew tired of waiting for her husband to give her a flower so she picked one for herself.
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14391510
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Someone's ass should be kicked.
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143974
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143910
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Snap!
Dylan’s arms flung forward as the rod bent toward the ocean. “Holy God! What did I snag?
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143962
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That son of a bitch locked me in the house again. Come over and knock in a window. One of them by the roses; he won’t see. Be a dear.
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143932
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Of course they (the coffee and cream) were lovers, chemically made for one another, warmly exploring their partner's particles with the passion of a first kiss.
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143996
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Because we cannot know, we keep walking, keep getting up each morning, feeding the cat, drinking coffee. Because we cannot know I'm drinking coffee that morning in Thailand, not on the beach but just off, because there is only one spot where you can get real coffee,…
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143863
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On Tuesday, he wears his suit to the cafe. Of course they'll let him pay! Of course. Under the table, his wife accepts their wadded bills.
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143842
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They waited not a moment longer than was necessary But moved right in and
Began their loathsome ch
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143822
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“What does it feel like to run, Thomas?” I yelled across the field. Thomas was so fast. I would never catch up to him. Even if I could run. He was so fast. …
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143886
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It is the fragrance of decay/
as paint, polymers and dyes/
outgas molecules of themselves
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143865
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I got 2 good hubcaps
I'm feeling kinda low
Instead of tooling down the highway
I been going really slow
Don't wanna lose another
I can't afford that now
Just passed my country store
And hit my cousin’s cow
How come I still keep drivi
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143854
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—You know, Angelique, said Elaine Aster, dabbing her lips with a napkin, I’ve opened a new gallery in Paris.
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143895
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I'm putting makeup on my face. The woman next to me is reviewing legal briefs.
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143888
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Some days, you want all the red states to secede
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143832
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The were two things and two things only in the town of Comfort, Alabama, that were older than Bella.
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143866
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still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into the grave.
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143801
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... threads are nasty things / That snag and pull and tear the cloth / And will not let me be.
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143860
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To be perfectly honest, I was lousy at my job. Or at least most aspects of it. The typing wasn’t a problem: I can get up to a hundred words a minute on a good stretch of unbroken text, and I’m pretty accurate. I even edited as I went, fixing passiv
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143811
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“And what kind of man would prefer all these dusty old books to my physical form? Who would memorize archaic incantations, when he could be whispering in my ear? Why search for the ancient splendors of metaphor, when one could be searching for the ...
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