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His only sibling had passed a few years back and his mother was the only one left of a gaggle of 7 brothers and sisters and their spouses. The turning of the generations, from birth to grave, was always a bit like the tilling of the ancestral soil. A new
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The retina was burning, the liquid had dried up, and the veins bursting. My eyes bled. But I kept them open. The sound was like nails on glass, screeching endlessly. Coming close to me louder, harder, faster.
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I was sitting there drinking with Paul at the bar, and it was a Friday night and I was I was feelin good. I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and I had a few drinks and food in me, and I able to that on da cheap, which felt good. And Paul…
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“Omaha is filled with fine clothing stores for men,” he says, “all of them doing very well. Whereas Minneapolis is a different story altogether.” I am trying to sleep in seat 26C. 26B is occupied by Mildred who has already introduced herself,…
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"Do you kiss all of your models?"
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You have more names
Than a Spanish grandee. Your lives
I’m too envious to count.
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The same, some things you Can't explain, most trees Have felt it go bone dry at the roots before. I've learned to let love Go bye bye. You think they don't Want to answer your pathetic knocks, But they're…
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He and Nick got a long very well, and would speak about things for hours until the morning came; and Betsy would supply them with food and coffee, and clever sayings all the while Johnny watched it all over. Tonight though, they had watched La Rafle, and
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Thin slices of ruby tomato, red onion, and green peppers joined the bacchanal, wilting in the bliss of chile and cilantro raining down on them.
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First Fall in Love by Darryl PriceWhat the black lives matter peopleare saying is black lives matter, too.Just as much. What blue meanies aspeople are saying is blue mattersmore. I don't believe that and neithershould you. What the green lives matterpeople are saying is we…
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Oryn led Ragnorak to a window. It was darkened in the corners with only a red light over the Nocturne.
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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Her friend had been drunk, and sometimes after two or three quarts of beer, he'd tell people that he was Jewish.
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Rain and wind and the pecking of birds
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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It makes me feel like a dirty old man: adorning Celia,
Making an offering of my blue dresses, adorning Celia.
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Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.
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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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No one would have picked me out of a crowd as the morbid one, but it was true that thoughts of easy exits floated through my consciousness regularly.
I did my research—the easy methods, painless, guaranteed methods—and felt prepared to do, well, w
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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The second time I watched him, I helped him carry her to the woods. [100 words].
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But even if the truth
Never sets me free
I'll know this ain't the end of me
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What does God find abhorrent?
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at the front of the bus/ sways a white-veiled woman:/ gnarled hands upon/ a bag of palms,
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arrogant, sullen,/
supple and ambiguous,//
English seems the ideal tongue
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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