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summon the chamois to hyperspace
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115880
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Despite kryptonite not actually existing it became possible to buy, for 300 dollars, pieces of kryptonite on eBay. Personal protection, the sales pitch said. The pieces of kryptonite looked suspiciously like green plastic.
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115821
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Michiko never telephoned Frank from Washington or Chicago.
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115831
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Dan Arris sat in Chez Colette enjoying a roulade of veal stuffed with root vegetables. He was not a happy man.
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115820
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It was the most prestigious cashier position in the entire state!
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115822
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Pictures of war correspondents from The Tribune, and colonial photographs in a fruit crate
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115800
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Sam tapped the stick against the small mountain of trash bags, a dull thud predictably followed by a dozen rats scurrying out of the mass. He's started to make a personal game of it — seeing how many he can kill with one whack; if he swings hard enough, and in…
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115811
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FUN MOVIE TRAILER: 41 members of my family participated in a movie I co-wrote and shot with my wife. Have a look!:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wA7k2r81iXEHere's the 64 minute film-noir-style…
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115820
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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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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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115700
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Ben shook his head in disbelief: Was this some theatrical soothsayer trick of Ida’s?
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115721
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Butter me up, moon lover. Remember, I was once your warm and hot goddess of flowers, washed to shore with the others you may have forgotten. Now the issue of the earth gets nearer, and we can see each other once again, if only in our dreams.
Just be
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115721
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Ben left the airport and headed toward downtown Nice, his stomach was in a knot.
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115751
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no rule says an imaginary friend has to be a good one
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115710
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Duffy struck an adversarial tone from the outset, offering up a first poem about improper expenses submitted by members of Parliament that ruffled feathers across party lines.
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1157148
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...she shouted, “Benny!” and slowed down as a hand-lettered signboard proclaiming zukeeny appals cidar came into view
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115733
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Better move ‘cause I hear them comin’ up the other side.
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115732
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I knew there was something wrong with the sunset when I woke up.
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115721
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Tucker walked the long and lonely stretch of highway in front of him. The loneliness didn't matter; he had his own way of handling that feeling. The walking, however, was wearing away at his mind. How…
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115766
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With the sudden thrust//
of April green, we can forget/
our drought continues.
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115753
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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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115752
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Like the Lady Miss Kier, I believe in the power of love. I believe.
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115755
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Against//
the mysteries and the dark/
it illuminates and shapes
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115744
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The Managers are always to be found in twos or threes, lumbering greyly.——If you pass the Managers in a corridor it's a good idea to say hello. They will probably return your greeting, as best they can.——The Managers conduct meetings. They sit at the…
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115700
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Some friends of mine took him for a ride out to Broad Channel, you know that enclave of crazies that live in houses on stilts on the island in Jamaica Bay on Cross Bay Boulevard. He might find that when the tide comes in, the water might be a little deepe
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115721
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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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115700
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Side morning lightthrough hydrangea crab, reachand shine off patio ice
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The bison know a lot about Longfellow
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115700
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In the tumbled-down now there's too much material, culled from pretty boys that don't notice me and tattooed ones that do, and I'm certain there's at least one dreamer soaking eyes into me who knows all the twisted lyrics invoking pretty little horses.
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I, Seer of the Stars, Cartographer of the Cosmos, / measure my mass, and to whom do I owe this woe...
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