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115342
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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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115300
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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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115300
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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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115361
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The bison know a lot about Longfellow
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115323
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His smartphone rang. A picture came up of him kissing the blonde.
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115341
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Tomorrow we will eat it in anger.
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1152179
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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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115200
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I sold my ego to pay a parking ticket. And then I wrote 77 words about mental health.
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115221
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In my dream I am the showy leaf, and you are the stem, and you are the strength. I am the leaf turning colors, my face flushed, the fine hair at my neck, and there is the deep carnal twisting around your stem that sends me floating to the ceiling over a
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115200
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The glamour of living in the Rebuilt Engine Capital of the World is meaningless to the young boys who roam its crowded streets after school, desperately looking for something to take their minds off their homework.
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115200
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It was then an angel was sent to provide assistance and guidance. After the first time, with the radio show, the woman could almost feel her presence. When she did not know what to do, or needed help or to encourage others, when her own will and words wer
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115252
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Minimalist/realist short-story writer Raymond Carver was fired from his job as an editor of science textbooks because of his inappropriate writing style.
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115252
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Like the Lady Miss Kier, I believe in the power of love. I believe.
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115211
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You could hear her coming from a long way off
like she kept trying to catch her breath,
like she was getting the fun rattled out of her bones.
But it was laughter, always laughter that kept on
filling up her belly from the inside
and she was
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115272
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I remember one afternoon when Terry and I did it in broad daylight in a nearby park in Lombard, or Glen Ellen. This was after we had broken up already and I was seeing Jolene, I think, before leaving to go out to my writing program at U.C. Irvine. It wa
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115200
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Side morning lightthrough hydrangea crab, reachand shine off patio ice
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115220
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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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1152129
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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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115143
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Even the fruit from the nearby orchard (which I, in part, nourish) batters my stone to rot.
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115100
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...I made the mistake, thinking the point of a maze was to go in one side and out the other.
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115121
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I’ll bet
You got bit by Snake Charmer Boy
And your world fell out from under you
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115122
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Is this a tenure track position?
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115132
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I knew there was something wrong with the sunset when I woke up.
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115121
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Mulvihill suspected, but could not prove, that the connection to all three murders and the three men was a painting
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115111
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He is sleek with hearts and I see a different name etched onto each one.
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115100
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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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115021
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Ben left the airport and headed toward downtown Nice, his stomach was in a knot.
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115052
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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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1150159
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Other pathways are more satisfactory. They are more closely attuned to music of the other world. Even so, the heat eventually burns them up.
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