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The creatures were thief-walking...
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124900
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This was how he circumnavigated people, bartering like a viking setting prices on the edge of an ax-blade.
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124920
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It is no coincidence that the bossa nova craze coincided with the years in which I achieved my greatest romantic success--first through sixth grades.
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124953
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His eyes begin to glisten like hot green wax pooling around the
wick
of a
pretty little candle.
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124900
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The Gringovitch family was gathered in the lobby of the hotel. The boys sat on the floor using their packs as back supports. Francesca Gringovitch sat on a chair with the remaining luggage in front of her.
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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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How long has this been going on? the admitting nurse asks.
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124900
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"It all began with a painting," I said. "Mostly blue. Acrylic. Naturalistic in a modern sense. She was stylized but recognizable, and her breasts were exposed. Everyone could see her disordered skirt. The painter was a fan of Herrick.
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124921
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The pawnbroker sat behind bulletproof glass at the rear of the display area, a veritable potentate of hope and cash, exchanging expendable items for derisory cash.
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124920
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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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124930
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Goodbye comes in stages. At first you recognize that you will “miss” someone when they are gone. Then you have to accept the fact that they are leaving. And finally accept the fact that they are gone; and not particularly in that order. If only it
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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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124800
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124855
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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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124811
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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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124811
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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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124851
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no rule says an imaginary friend has to be a good one
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124833
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I'm the first child she ever knew that couldn't sing.
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124800
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He woke up four hours later with the second worst headache of his life. He leaned against the car door, his face against the window, and pulled the handle to open the door, but it hit the wall. He pulled himself out of the car by the top of the door frame
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124800
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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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124830
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Thérèse Defarge felt the first drop around ten.
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124811
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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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124843
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124810
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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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124754
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-Hey, life! Nobody answers? WTF?
-Ah life! Nobody answers me. Well, what did I expect?
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124700
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Do you know what it is to crave something? Of course you do. But this was different. This was beyond craving.
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124740
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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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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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He met her at midnight just off the plane and they sized each other with silent growing awareness that no matter what might transpire in distant tomorrows, each served here now as passports to magic and lands far away. On the…
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