1948 13 13
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The love of hundreds of people, seemingly, rain down from the sky, but its not like when the cock hits the good spot inside you. And everybody who is reading this knows this is true. We all know what that feels like, that aha moment, that eiphany, like,
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1948 3 1
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She threw the wine glass on the floor.
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1948 7 2
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Miss Dolan was different in the way she wore her short, curly hair, and in the way she swung her long, well toned arms as she walked so flawlessly across the classroom.
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1948 4 2
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Maybe it's a suicide clock, counting the drops of blood on the bathroom tile. A cancer clock counting the number of good cells still willing to fight. Maybe it's a justice clock, counting the remaining days of freedom you have left.
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1948 20 13
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"For God's sake," my mother said. "There could be anthrax in the candy."
My mother worried about me going out on Halloween.
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1947 51 27
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The night my mother dies we'd watched Solaris at the Quad Cinemas Afterward Hauser and I videotape each other, ask probing questions like where do you go when you die, and what is God, and who are you now? …
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1947 4 2
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I know I know how many times you want me to tell you I’m sorry, okay?
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1947 27 16
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"A prostitute of the Hotel Khadijah in Rahab fell in love with my father...."
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1946 6 4
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Roy Orbison, Roy Orbison, Roy Orbison, Roy Orbison, Roy Orbison, Roy Orbison—right now that’s all I can say.
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1945 5 6
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1945 1 0
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"People just weren't getting it," he continued, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and hiccuping mildly. "It looks like it's time to UP the ANTE!"
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1944 23 19
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“Mescaline occurs naturally in our bodies, you know,” I said.
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1944 5 2
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He stands. Shoes for dashing, and he could dash, if the audience would stand for it, through one of two exits, beneath one of three wreaths. This year, the year of the Millennium, the wreaths seem dark and Germanic. The stage seems like a Great Hall set for a solitary…
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1943 15 16
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I forget you. Upfront: that’s how this ends.
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1942 57 27
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She sits at home, on the floor of the kitchen, bathing her stuffed animals in molasses to match the ones on the news.
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1942 0 0
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She stood there with ladylike maturity; her eyes were frightening with an unforgiving look, visible in her tears that pierced the very core of Oryn’s heart.
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1941 39 18
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Lined up like ghosts on the front lawn, the second-hand porcelain fixtures had embarrassed her.
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1941 32 16
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If when he pulled his lips from mine he didn’t say a word, and if he didn’t try to explain or try to win me with bullshit...
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1941 23 13
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Jackson's a chocolate lab. I brought him home from the no-kill this morning. I've always wanted a dog, but I did it more for Wylie. We stand under the willow with the water running out the hose, Jackson, Wylie and I. Dandelions cover the…
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1940 20 14
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“We don’t drop litter. Pick it up.”
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1940 17 7
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Real men don’t screw around in Canada, he confided to the strawberry blonde sitting beside him at the Houston bar. He’d bought her a couple of beers, and her body language said she was interested.
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1939 0 0
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At the time, we only knew that our guest had been lying on the carpet long enough for the coffee spilled on him to have coagulated and almost completely dried, and for the French Vanilla to achieve the consistency of glue. Or, at least, a thicker glue.
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1939 20 9
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“Your mother has problems,” he told the kids.
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1938 15 13
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Where will you hide? Because you know it Will seek you out for answers you might Only be asking for yourself. It Will send many students to stand outside Your apartment and chant your name. It will beg you to perform its birth Again to the…
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1938 0 0
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When I went to the SPCA, I had the intention of looking for a Beagle. I had done the research and thought the breed would be a good fit for my lifestyle. I am a long distance runner and wanted some company on the long night runs. I wanted a dog that would…
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1937 1 1
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We do not say to the fish, “How do you pronounce your name?” For its name is long and colorful, like the rainbow. We can pound the kalo plant into sweetened poi before it answers.
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1937 36 12
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You are just another and I am only me. I give you full permission to be everything I don’t want you to be. In fact, I insist.
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1936 15 7
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Now he took his guitar in hand, and at once he felt a strange fiery sensation rise from the soles of his feet, to the palms of his hands, to the tips of his fingers: the Duende. It was that mystical force poets can sense, and no philosopher can explain.
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1936 2 2
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At a good distance, he stood. Hair, gray, stringy, long as a horse’s mane. His beard, thick, unkempt. Like a caterpillar, a smile worked across his face. No, he said. It won’t be another Miami. Not another Miami.
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1936 6 1
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Holly Hope had met Latest Girlfriend once and was
pleased to see that the woman wore stylish dresses, even if
the end results looked like Liz Claiborne had tried to clothe
a cigarette machine.
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