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I'm pulled in by the music
like a rogue wave
and he has no idea I'm drowning...
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116020
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Speaking in tongues
untranslatable,
they move in experimental spacesuits,
uneasy in the other's gravity.
(To say nothing of the difficulty of dancing.)
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116065
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We drank beer and played loose pool, attracted two fun girls, one Jamaican, the other dirty blonde, both of whom seemed interested in only one of the four of us.
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116087
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The rat had been informed, assured, cajoled in order to gain his assent—duly lied to, in other words, by the researchers with not one tear of remorse, with no smudge or smear of conscience . . .
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116042
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Im in bed.
Bed.
I look at the word bed written on the screen.
Bed.
It looks like bad but not quite.
Bed-Bad.
Bad-Bed.
I have a bad bed. Lets say my bed is bad.
It is a bed to the extent that it is bad. It is not good, it is bad. It is a bad bed.
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115900
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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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115910
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It was ridiculous. We were only in 3rd grade. How can anyone know at that age, only eight, that Judy F. was the girl he was meant to be with for the rest of their lives?
But that was how Stephen O. behaved. As if they both already knew this, and they
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115900
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“I’m sure he meant no disrespect,” LeBron said, playing the peacemaker. “For example, I used to be ‘The Chosen One’ but I changed my nickname to ‘Chip’. Like it?”
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115900
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Swords of Romeby Christopher Lee BucknerHello readers,The following is chapter Two of my Roman epic, Swords of Rome. The book is available to buy on Amazon: A special limited time offer of $0.99 for Kindle readers, and $14.99 for…
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115921
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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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115933
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This world is always at least as strange as it seems, but usually far more strange, so many non-repeatable phenomena . . . .
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115900
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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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115922
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for Tracy ThornYou don't need a song about fixed stars, you needa reason to be glad stars are here. Themoon's always been around, but not always like the friend you want,until now. Don't throw it all away becauseyou are too sad to care. You've come into your own. Allthings…
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115911
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god's seed is asleep in the carseat
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115920
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When I was eighteenI worked at a convenient storeAnd the owner was from PakistanAnd he dressed well and Smelled of cologneAnd owned two storesAnd was always going back and forthBetween the two of themHe had to make sure we were doingOur jobsAnd whenever some kid…
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115921
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There was a time when I washed my dishes with a stray cat who spoke French. I won't go into all the details of what led the bilingual feline into my kitchen, or how he came to take the plunge into an abyss of soap and grease, cheese-encrusted plates, and…
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115942
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"I like to see your juicy cheeks wiggle."
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115800
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Even raw as she looked coming out of the jail, the woman left echoes.
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115800
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We now bring to the stage ....
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115841
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B developed a thick emulsion that he paints onto the pieces of meat on which he prints photographs.
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115852
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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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115887
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Sometimes he would get up at night, go outside, and stand in the middle of their back yard.
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115800
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Hungover on the intangible ideas of a teenager in high school.
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115865
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Petty minds think arithmetic thoughts/
in units of dollars and cents//
and strive to quantify the world
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115821
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The first intimation that something was afoul was when his computer crashed.
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115812
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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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1158158
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If I had slept a little longer, I/
would not have seen this rarity at all.
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115811
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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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115800
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Marie Poupon-Kennedy wasn’t strangled by one set of hands; there were thirty sets around that long, pale neck.
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115854
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proper words fail to get proper points across . . . truthful words have no beauty,/beautiful words have no truth.
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