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Every encounter is a dance, every secret has its key
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134243
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No, no mother’s tenderness: she shows no sign of that … Do you know that she has them make their own bed? No, not the girl: the boys too! Yes, the boys. She humiliates them.
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134231
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Don’t get me wrong. Maria Shriver is hot, but her angled face makes me think a knife thrower is out to get me.
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134284
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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134200
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It’s just another
Day where I feel tired, but I
Don’t know why it’s so.
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13421410
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It was 14:24 official eBay time. Louise had spent hours looking at over 30,000 items under “Elvis Memorabilia"
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134200
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"That it was my stepdad's fault."
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134255
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this bleeding sun, clove studded & seedless
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134211
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Salted sea of summer fingers- sand and salted skinmelt in me; vanilla ice cream lick- your lips; salty kiss saliva- sweet salt of semen run down my chin languid-salty sweat of you.
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134221
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In the living room of a model home, Mr. Jorgensen lived. He was a mannequin. He spent his days in display windows. He spent his commutes displaying the latest model cars.
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134211
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She remembers the days when she could have purchased every card in the store and found the words to fill them all.
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134210
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His nervous cackle makes me sick - Oh, if only - Times were different - That knife - Would fit so nicely in his back
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134200
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The real problem, though, was the radiator.
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134263
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You may want to pretend to leave once or twice, peeking in through a window from a darkened room, to see how they interact. Never leave a new poet unattended with the pack until you’ve determined that the new arrival has learned to fit in with the other w
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134130
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She’d picked him up at a party freshman year, calling him Danny. Until then he had always been Daniel. He’d said nothing and his name was changed.
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134100
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Mid-laugh, Mr. Adams caught himself. His eyes welled, flooded with guilt for chuckling at his son's funeral.
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134110
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He, an irregular chap,
Was known for his hat with a flap.
Had fleet feet and a very strong back.
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134155
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Her name was Carrie. And yes, it was love at first sight. Yes, she was a client, and you were supposed to keep your hands off the clients. Everyone in real estate knew that. She came into my office and took a seat in the reception area. I had a listing on Cedar…
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134132
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It was a Thursday. That's when I found out about the blueberries. Those precious, round little wonders, now forever untouchable.I left the note on the ledge of the balcony, taped down so it wouldn't fly away.It was going to come to this, eventually. After…
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134121
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Shut up.You shut up.That's disgusting.You should talk.Fuck off.Fuck me.whore.Yes.More.Shut up.
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134120
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She had the smile of a pixie on mushrooms in a disco ball universe, and I dug her style.
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134100
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The woman tapped a dark plastic stirrer on the tabletop in front of her to emphasize something she was saying.
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134100
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While sipping Earl Grey tea in the tent of Princess Citronella, I could hear the nightime burping of several camels outside trying to settle down. A slight breeze entered in through an opened flap and gently vibrated a piece of paper the Princess was handing me. A dog…
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134144
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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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134151
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At 19 words, the whole piece is a snippet.
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134152
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Can we ever truly know reality? I don’t think so. But fly in comfort my friend. Lean back and enjoy the thrust of those engines.
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1341117
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...come come come come...
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134111
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A horn honks, brakes squeal, Chloe’s screaming, pulling at her. She’s lying on the sidewalk. Her shin hurts. Her knee. Chloe kneels beside her. Ring of kids staring. I’m good, she says. I’m good.
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In my mind the village of 300 souls is called Nedoweska, but I confess that that's just a dreamy nickname I had for it as a boy. For various geopolitical reasons it had since become noteworthy as a historical site, though our interest was purely personal.…
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