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another paper saving 55er
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1361158
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I'm standing on a toilet, trapped behind a stall. Watching Father U mop up the blood.
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136031
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After ten days in Jeddah, I start to miss the rain back home in Tennessee....
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136022
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There it was
One abandoned high heel shoe on the sidewalk
Could have been
Some kind of robbery
Though
Maybe it was just
The beginning of the
Walk of shame
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136020
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The alcohol is on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
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136032
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When we were leaving to go to the ice rink, Lynda surprised all of us by saying she wanted to come along. She slid all the way over in the front seat to be next to me, while one of my buddies, Miller, who had his eye on her himself, slid into the passen
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136055
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Meaning is harder to sell, unless it’s an analysis of why there is a Justin Bieber.”
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136031
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For years, Nina lived in an apartment with furniture that was silver or clear or metallic, she could see her reflection in every surface. She had an enormous television that took up one entire wall of the small living room. She and Anna and Desmond, Nina's downstairs …
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136085
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The only resolution I ever kept was when I said I wasn't going to create any more resolutions, and now I'm going to break that one.
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136055
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The television was playing reruns of Mr. Ed, but it was hard to hear because of the flock of birds in the palm tree. I’d sometimes imagined the birds coming through the window, a swarming of pink cotton mouths, mawing everything in sight.
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136011
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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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136000
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After all, if she could get through World War II with no more than a couple of letters and numbers on her arm, she could, sure as hell, get through this.
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136020
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The flowerpots across the street from Frank’s room at the Place d’Armes Hotel never appeared parched by the late August sun.
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136010
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136063
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I had this dream. We were living together, and we were in bed asleep when strange, enormous cats began crowding around our windows and meowing. They made awful scratching and scraping noises at the windows, trying to come in. But I couldn’t wake you up.
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136022
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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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136021
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The Fat Man took a sip of whiskey, then replaced his glass on the table next to his fedora. …
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136061
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[Lights up on CLAUDE. He's holding a letter, standing.]CLAUDE: Dear sir, We regret to inform you That your (that place with cream walls and dog hair…
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136010
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Me leaving is not the confirmation of all your fears. It is not. It's because of them.
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136022
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He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”
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135920
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"I need a male friend, and I think I've found one."
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1359159
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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135921
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He kept one scarf. It was the scarf that she would tie around his eyes to play with him, long, until he was in his teens. A silly game that made her happy and he squirmed with delight until he got too old. She did not want him to see her, only to know if
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135911
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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135965
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135922
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The son stood on the porch with his grip packed. "I'm off to mine me a fortune a gold, Daddy." "Boy, there's a fortune in gold right here," said the father, indicating the ripe wheat, glowing in early morning sun. The kid slumped. "Pop, you turn over a rock there,…
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135911
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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135981
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If you had a choice, be a poet or not,
I’d suggest prose for the lines that you jot.
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135975
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Just a lot of honking and hissing.
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135911
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Opportunity, says Webster, is a, "favorable juncture of circumstances." In my Oxford book of quotations, there are seven famous lines about opportunity. Seven – that’s it! There are twenty-seven regarding failure. Seems it's been easier for the great
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