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“Good to see you, old man,” Greg said. He was like that, an investment banker, a latter-day Tom Buchanan without the polo ponies, self-consciously fusty.
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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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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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far beyond the far beyond
sparkles the stars like sparkles
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Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn
and left us to week-old sleep
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129100
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No one wanted to bear witness
to this grand emasculation
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“It's a combination of ‘Survivor' and ‘College Bowl' says Sister Mary Agnesita, the show's host. “We take four very strict nuns and match them up with boys who were cut-ups in their grade school classes."
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“Help me,” the man said in his mind. He lay beside the folding camp stool alone in the middle of the woods, in the clearing where he and the dog always rested.
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I've done the math, it didn't count. All the days and years of endless boredom. Of waiting for the next best thing, trapped inside your mind like a lifetime prison sentence. Maybe one day we'll be free, maybe one day we won't feel so oppressed. But when does that day…
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removing oneself sometimes occurs only on the page
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129197
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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It's definitely not her pretty face that made him smile so quirkily when she returned in the evening.
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beyond knowing that when it hits you, you've been very much run over, and flattened like a stack of cardboard pancakes. I've seen it all before, and it works all right I guess. But my oh my, my, my oh thank you Jesus, to…
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“You look so … distinguished.
My!” she said.
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He licks his lips and mouths the air, salivating, unashamed of his propensity for the round, pink grapefruit, the almost egg-shaped oranges, the firm, juicy tangerines.
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I've been chasing something that cannot be caught.
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129053
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"Do you kiss all of your models?"
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129077
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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12902019
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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129087
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. . . the roar of fire speaks lasting heat . . . .
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129041
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The second time I watched him, I helped him carry her to the woods. [100 words].
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We do not all love each other for the sake of our shared art, apparently.
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What does God find abhorrent?
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All I ask is that the guy has teeth and an income. More important are the teeth because he can always get a job, but he can’t un-rot the teeth he’s lost to meth.
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how much is downed/
to counteract the down/
with deeper down.
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The moon, a cataract cloaked in its charcoal fog, slowly seeps among the trees; night's unguent.Its glance is constant and white,its arc known. I watch its brow of bone with constant wonder.The long, slow funeral of America is taking its time; its…
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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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Before Uncle Max died of a heart attack, he had some words of advice for his only nephew and godson. Upon his death, as instructed, a package in brown paper arrived at Jeffery Glimson’s house on a warm June afternoon.
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