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My relationship with Uzma exists on several levels, from basic to abstract, from animal magnetism to spiritual journey.
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134132
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I used to compare her to a sunburnthe first of the summerit is always the worst oneexposed skinalmost hot to the touchturning warm and pinkthen raw and redit is a transition that is effortlessbut still you can feel it happeninga lot like loveyou can feel it all around…
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134121
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Even at five years old, I could tell that Eloise was haunted by ghosts that shook her core, leaving her dangling and seeking stability in slowly repeating her compulsive routines.
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134130
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And I am reminded of river eyes:
The summer we slumbered,
Like mummies in the sand
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134152
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He remembers, he touches,
he lifts and kisses the mouth.
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134122
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The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”
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134100
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Good kid. Awesome job in big cities. Travels a lot. Enjoys Martinis and G&T. She's a romantic. Spends her time online trolling people into submission. Likes softcore porn. Sets cats on fire. Collects stamps.
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134163
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I figured he knew what he was doing–he was the crazy one, after all, not me–so we took turns snorting lines of equal volume.
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134100
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It's a funny thing, watching a Snowman shiver
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134101
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No one told us that the LZ was already hot and the last Combat Mobile Team had already been shot down and killed. No, no one told us that. So when we came in below about 500 feet I began to hear that "pitit" sound of AK-47 rounds going right through the f
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1341116
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Irony is written sarcasm. Sarcasm is spoken irony: the opposite of what is meant. Catholic irony in fiction seems deeper and more related to theme. Protestant irony starts with P as do other þing.
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134140
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I'm not dreaming anymore.
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134100
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She found Matthew toward the back, cradling an urn with a tasteful black and gold pattern. When he saw her approaching, he held it up for inspection. “You think I’d look good in this?” he asked.
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1341159
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Squeeze the Word into Flesh
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134100
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‘Grace’ was eliminated sometime in year b.s. (Before Seat) 12, for bottlenecking Productivity and holding back Progress.
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134122
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In the end, he knew he wasn’t going home.
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1341177
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the burning thrusts/
of yellow in defiance of the frost
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134143
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Need not remember, the 6th of November.
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134100
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Betty had been looking for a distraction; the lawsuits were out of control. Her last nonprofit, Faith and Life Children's Organization, had run into some difficulties due to the recession and the obvious result of trying to do more with less. Why couldn't people…
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134185
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Mari thinks that's all fine and fucking dandy.
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134154
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134100
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It was so dark below, there was only flashlights weaving about and headlights pointing in one direction.
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134111
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Lungs bursting in the alleyways
trying to keep with the beat.
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134101
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There's no sky like that
with twisting clouds shot up into by cypress
trees that are so like dark green flames
leaping out of the earth as if a dark green
oily pool were on fire underground,
and this was all that could escape, was
its essence.
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1340106
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a girl in a red cap
flashes by
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134042
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The gated community of Dos was named for one of Babbage’s landmark educational figures, Ms. Dos.
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134042
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I remember this vivid dream I had once. Maybe you were in it? I’m not sure. There was a gang of spitting men outside this bar, standing beside a whole row of gleaming motorcycles, with tons of chrome, and I remember my dreams were their feathers. They
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134077
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Spring Squirrel Spring is here now A dead squirrel in the road Regrettably not Seasonal Surprise Inside warm spring rain Coiled up like Jack in the Box Resides a snow storm Bad Vibrations telephone shouting an…
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134021
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It began not so innocently
with voyeuristic tendencies.
the sound of concrete
and confetti in the night.
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134000
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Mustard stings the corner of his lips. He swipes it away with a finger, and looks closer at the hot dog. The piece of meat is ripped open like a sliced finger stuck in a doughy bandage
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