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"More and more levels of physicality. And his eyes, man. His eyes were all wet, and... sparkly.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. And before I can stop the escalation, he's massaging my heart.”
“Get the f__k out..."
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150898
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Sometimes, you compare your living situation to a prison because it makes you feel better. "At least I have a fridge," you think to yourself.
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150851
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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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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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150720
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"We gotta find a way to get high!" "Shh! My parents will hear you Tommy! Their bed is right above us." …
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150730
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he flies away
past the green explosion,
into the azure sky
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150721
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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150786
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They clog the skimmer basket/
and fill the small Polaris bag.
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150795
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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150711
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Daddy says he needs to go to the movies at night to relieve his stress, so Momma wakes us up, puts coats over our pajamas, leads us to the car ...
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150722
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He sits in the best chair and it collapses so he unfolds himself up like a mechanical shadow and sits in the second best chair.
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150796
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Suppose you could bend your whole body backwards, like she did, you know, like a taunt, powerful bow and arrow kit, and push the rest of your truest self forward into his concentrated face, just like Georgia O'Keeffe did in…
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They divided over worthless gain, while I came too late for the battle.
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I polished his shoes to an avid black; sewed buttons backand mended torn silk and cotton.His clothing was my busy work. Needle, thread, stitch, and iron,I was his apothecary of linens.Blood, wine, soup, vomit --these I cleaned too, until all theircolor and scent…
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150784
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If you were a poem / it’d be called/
Better Homes and Gardens.
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150730
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You’ve got me standin’ on my knees,
A’searchin’ for a beggar’s alms,
From folks who’re deaf to all my pleas
And blind to open palms.
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150731
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It was the first warm day of a late-arriving spring. Ben was sitting in his divorce lawyer’s office on Maiden Lane in lower Manhattan.
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150755
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Will he do it with a gun? If it’s a gun, will it be a short one, shaved so he can hold it against his head. Will it look like the photograph he showed me, black and brown. I told him he couldn’t possibly buy something like that from a Walmart.
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150673
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150611
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Eating my teeth off pulling the silk from my lips and swallowing each kerchief wholejust trying to find the priest who has his heart set on a motorcycle
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150654
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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1506128
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A friend's remark about androgyny, "it's overrated," she said.
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150653
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In Aisle 3 would you brighthearted find Count the Chocula.
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150620
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“I don't cotton much to some of the johnnie-come-lately's we get around here,” says Graham Buchter. “They're a bunch of talkers—they wear me out.”
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150620
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She’s gotten more involved in the game with menopause.
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150663
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I wear boots over bare legs feigning ignorance
To the coming storms, the snow the ice the cold
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150600
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Mayumi and Rumiko stood at the top of a hill into stone forest, with the town in view from a distance. The mist made a single path, safe for everyone to travel through. In the town, there were lights flickering everywhere, some areas in total darkness.
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150611
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The clouds cried more than silver tears,
this time.
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