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124800
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With a madman’s laugh, she realized her mistake and discarded it as irrelevant.
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124843
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Your father's remembrance and memorial would be inappropriate for me to attend. never mind the truth the searing…
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124822
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NO3RAM7-ciU
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124711
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I had put the child's wagon, which had been red once, back together again. “Honey”, I said, “I found out the garbagemen will pick up concrete this month.” So, I put…
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124711
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Lover’s leap to a bank of smooth shale/
Where I sat drinking beer that past summer/watching a group of hard shell Baptists/line up to be saved in it’s muddy waters
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124721
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Gringovitch sat on the big leather chair in Olivia’s suite. Before him on a coffee table were the nude sketches he’d made of her earlier that day.
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124730
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I guess you felt more comfortable holding your Moby Dick
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1247157
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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.
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124700
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124721
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The first intimation that something was afoul was when his computer crashed.
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124700
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the gambling priest stands in the morning fog/red moon hangs in the sky/the army of seven houses marches over the hill
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124730
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Thérèse Defarge felt the first drop around ten.
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124711
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Next morning the thought crosses my mind of snapping Mom’s neck, making sure she’s dead, and then running down to the sea to drown myself.
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124763
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in that time people had gone away and i waited in the inside and looked out on balconies. the ending of the dusk was coming and the details of the railings and brick, the tree branches holding purple plums, the stacked railway ties and a thousand other details became…
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124720
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With some of these guys it was like propping a kid on a training-wheel bike, then steering the kid down the street til he figured out what to do next. Tricks would come into the bar. Roanne had a smile for all but the dregs…
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I tell people that we leave out food for the creatures to appease the skunk gods.
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" No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: he may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing."--T.S. EliotI think, okay now I know, the poem's starting to wear off. But I'm alive, at least…
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124640
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We played and had joy. As the seasons changed in that peripheral world, we did not feel it. We only saw the snow a bit, only felt the wind a bit, we were not really in it. We still kept ourselves busy. There was something that I did begin to notice. I cou
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124612
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I was setting up a mattress and a lamp in the balcony of my house because a boy, G., told me he was coming to fuck me.
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124622
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I lounged in my captain’s chair growing a beard. Things continued in this way and then the president called.He wanted to know the meaning of virtue.
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124621
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. . . I just didn’t think to call the mortician from the phone outside the grocer’s store, how gauche that would have sounded to any passers-by, a call to a mortuary from outside a grocer’s store!
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124633
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How long has this been going on? the admitting nurse asks.
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124666
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He can’t enlarge the rock—/
can only find its safest distance
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124610
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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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1246129
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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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124542
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The cell was crowded, barely enough room to swing a cat.
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