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I'm available most weekends.
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119100
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The lights are dimAnd love's the mood tonight.Enveloped by DarknessPierced by rays of light;That black dressto meis pure delight.Dancing together,Arm in arm,arm over shoulder;I promiseI won't get any bolder.Eyes meet eyesYour lips against mine.My heart is pounding,Sweet…
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119021
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Before the new arm, I used to sit outside the players' facility and wonder, in between the throbs of pain pulsing sickly through my temples, how much longer I could be a hockey player.
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119000
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It was a beautiful spring day and Jeremy was bursting with joy at being alive.
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119040
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The news just now that you are dead
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119000
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It had been almost a week since the “last time.” That's what he had shouted at Eduardo after they had returned the boat, after they had watched the mother walk free onto the mainland, childless. The authorities had caught up with them unusually quickly,…
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119011
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"Did you ever steal any money?" he finally asked.
"Never. It was mostly toasters. There was the odd coffee maker or electric can opener ... but mostly ... toasters."
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119095
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I'm staying in swinging all night
Hell not just all night but every night
I can possibly sink my teeth into
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119011
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You think about bears and it gives you a headache? Don’t give them that power.
You see bears and it gives you a headache? Don’t run. Don’t walk but don’t run.
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119077
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I enjoy the walk through these crowded woods. It's good to be back among deeply seated young and old trees again. That familiar smell, you want to always savor it so very much, to not deny any of it. It smells like a blue sky, the…
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119000
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They ride horses through the living room ....
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119022
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Why should you
go through that
for me?
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119000
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Rob was having a hard time of it. His whole life was like that-- in and out of jail for assault, robbery and selling drugs. He tried to go straight. A career counselor, had set him up, with a job in a warehouse. But he just couldn't…
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119056
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Oh it's another one of those strange thrill rides slowly building from a buzz saw whisperinto cool morning's consciousness, coming on and crawling through the moon's mattress like a silver stream and under the dented pillow where…
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119041
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As I looked in her eyes
She told me—
she liked to pull wings off flies.
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119033
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The sun was a dish of burnished courage
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118900
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"...his previous prognosis of never being able to walk again has been upgraded to 'severe and debilitating physical pain and mental anguish,' so maybe there really IS a God!"
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1189115
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Hardly a soul could pin him for creating the vehemence that found a streamule to her pen if she wrote in cursive or a fanjet to her keyboard if she typed quickly and satisfyingly in print, employing eight fingers and two thumbs—
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118951
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If someone told me like people do / that I am a good person / I will never believe them / mostly because I own a mirror / but also because I have lived with myself / for the rest of my life
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118900
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Italian authorities seized $1.9 billion in "green" investments made by La Cosa Nostra to launder money. Reuters
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118943
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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118900
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Ben watched the cat burglar snake his way from window ledge to window ledge.
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118900
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The way horizons disappear in the dark.
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118952
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Her legs splayed out
in front of her.
She was a mess
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118921
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Kudzu obscures the gate where jasmine bloomed last summer.
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118910
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I really need to go to the bathroom.
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118922
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I give you three words
dripping wet with whatever and you
take them, harbor them...
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118920
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If you were looking for her
She's in the backwoods
grafting your skin
from her thighs
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118976
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The terms of a broken heart, I guess I nevergot to read them. But they must besomething awful, something numbing, something no sane personwould ever agree to. You're already on the vergeof becoming nothing I can remember without a photograph beingshoved in my face. Like a…
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118843
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You want to be Teilhard de Chardin? You’re getting started way too late.
There’s a better chance you’ll be tomorrow’s Peking Man if I bury you in the cellar.
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