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Is this a tenure track position?
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1323128
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My name's Barbara and don't call me Barbie if you want to be my friend.
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1323157
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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.
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132300
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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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132354
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I suspect I’ll make the right decision.
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132342
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And in the dark caves a new secret, hidden from flyby probes and the imagination of men. In these new caves, names for the loved ones, Bradbury, Clarke, Rover
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132341
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She felt like she was turning into someone else, someone who appeared normal. She would be inundated with everyone else's ideas, morphing into an insipid lemming, smiling and bantering about mindless things. She wouldn't even care she had changed...
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A meaningful conversation Subdued the huge Toys “R” Us question mark Standing sun-bleached and sprinkler-dirtied In our flowerbed On the patio Explode your fanny pack, A clinking most dangerous The Mysterious: Its …
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1323129
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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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132301
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He is poised erect before me. I take pleasure in soft skin that does not betray the strength of his cock, firm and yet vulnerable beneath my fingertips. With my hands, I coax him to his full length, girth. Tonight I ignore the heat of my Delta and bow my head in worship…
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132251
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Samson was also somewhat in hopes that his son Jason would become engaged in this minor capitalist enterprise and 'turned around' in his life.
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132232
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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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132200
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"Did you see any action?" I ask, hoping for a story. He points to a scar ripping through the chevron on his left arm but says nothing.
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132230
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It began with the waffles, well first there were the potholders, but really the problem was the waffles. I don't even think she knew she was making waffles; much less that she had lost her potholders in the trash can the day before. But nonetheless the real issue here was…
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132211
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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132240
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We light cigarettes, take turns putting them out on each other's arms, legs, anywhere hard without a mark. It's living, he says, it's better to know you're alive than feel nothing at all. My brother is two years older than you, I was thinking on Tuesday,…
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132265
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"Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels."--William Carlos WilliamsThere is something beautiful I want to say to you that doesn't seem to make much more sense in a box of clever words like this one. It feels closer to…
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132210
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Believe me, I would run if I could, but there seems to be a low haze of molasses clinging to my ankles.
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132232
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a thinking man's bird
high above
coated with scent
of life
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132210
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Something is clearly wrong with them and we're supposed to socialize them.
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132211
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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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132262
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Of course, no one can control what goes on in an elevator.
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132240
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We all wish to partake in great events.
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132152
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Fingers scrabble idly at pocket seams, forage between teeth, grasp for tepid cups, patter a drumbeat on knees.
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132100
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The day was yesterday, November 11, 2010. I was home from work, and I pulled my car into the driveway. I stopped short of the garage to get out of the car and get the daily mail. Bills and unwanted coupons for places I didn't go and for items I don't…
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1321149
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... and August's drought/
will yellow lawns, singe the shrubs,/
and amplify cicada song.
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132163
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Sorrow fences with fear and questions
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132110
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Her questions apparently had their desired effect.
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132175
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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