1137 4 3
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the ones that have seen
the other seasons,
let them set up the track
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113732
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Ronnie comes home carrying two sacks of groceries, one including a four-pack of Virgil's root beer. This is heavy stuff. It amazes me she is able to carry these items up our steep hill, nearly a mile in distance. I watch the news on our French cable station while she…
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113778
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Number the herd. Number/
the baskets after harvest./
Note the reappearance of the moon/
after its short absence.
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113620
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It's going to be expensive, but it's booked and I am going to enjoy every single minute of it.
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113600
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What would people say about me? He was immoderately adrift. Maybe pathologically narcissistic. A shame he dumped Gina, the best he ever did. In essence, a man-child.
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1136167
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“Time is inalterable. We can only offer an altered perception of time. And what better way to do that than by offering altered timepieces?
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113699
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Here’s an obvious fact: I live in Germany, but don’t speak much German. Okay, I speak very little German. Truth be told, hardly any.
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113621
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We woke up and we were whirlpools of spilt turquoise oil / with wings for flying
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113600
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The Time Traveler had been gone but a minute, when Filby, combing his fingers through his ginger hair, turned to the Psychologist and proclaimed, “That’s the last we shall see of him.”
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113611
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I’m crouched behind my apartment window, practically going crazy.
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113600
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Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead
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113610
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From my office window, I watch the trains roll in and out of the city. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of passengers staring out windows as the train slows, the ones who have another destination. I've been on those trains before, ones that took me far away from all that…
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113611
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A Boston company has created a humanoid robot named “Baxter” that performs manufacturing tasks and gets a confused look on its face when it needs something.
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113600
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When I wake, I wonderwhat leaves the smile haunting my lips.There is only a ghostly remnant of your eyes, your touch, your kiss. Now I long for the Sea of Dreams,but my body is here imprisoned.Awake, I cannot reach you.The ship has departed; the tides have…
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113600
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Would you take a job living in a computer? What if you had to?
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113622
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The urban-abused Chevy looked older than its seven years.
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113500
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“Eat up, little brother” Jack called out from his end of the table. “The food will make your blood dance. It will be eager to mix with Helen’s.”
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113511
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Here is a not remembering
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113575
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We are impressed and cheer them on/
in their struggle against the wild/
and unkempt ravages of nature
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113563
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Meeting the past an inevitable outcome (this inside a future fortune cookie). Shame pierces her like a sudden migraine.
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113510
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Lupe drove. She didn't know where she was going, but still she drove. The Mustang whined because she did not shift gears. The street was wet from a night rain and if…
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113510
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I really need to go to the bathroom.
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113500
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I can’t move - I try to move my arms - I try to move my legs - If I can scream then that will wake me up - I scream
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113500
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He glances at the other patrons of the café. He has the mix of middle management goliath and shy, fat kid at a school swimming pool. Neither fit comfortably but it's as bespoke as his suit, protective as fat. The arm rests on the table curling protectivel
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113531
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Two titans move
opposite one another
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113511
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113533
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His ear is swathed by a large white bandage
that runs down under the chin. Dressed in a heavy dark
green coat, buttoned at the neck.
Streaks of orange relieve the darkness of the green.
Purple and black cap on his head.
Calmly smoking a pipe.
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113565
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You better read the papers
If you don’t understand
Cause as of last night
I’m a one-man band
You’d better walk through water
With your boots on fire
Cause Baby I don’t think
I can take this any higher
You’d better find out what I dr
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113522
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In the black not dead of night, she gathers them; slowly,diligently placing the cansand bottles into two large plasticbags strung across a long piece of wood; this is her money work. She is small, but her bodyhas the choreography down:sift, search, lift,…
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113422
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Max understood this perfectly and could easily picture the slow-motion buckling of the spars and the accordion collapse of the fuselage as the propeller blades’ churned up the ground.
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