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He had to
get over
the short bridge
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breathe out
somewhere a tree falls
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a fun little piece for all to enjoy, not just the ladies
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and we spun you, / spun you!
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That is then and the devil reigns in the here and now.
Tonight I am the barfly and tomorrow I die.
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A thin line separated her lips, like something sketched with a pencil.
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I change things without notice for himto make sure he's ready for the corporate world. It's no longer our goal to watch cartoonswe must now focus on breakfastthenaction figures. "But Daddy," he says. "I likecartoons." "I know it hurts," I say."But…
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you shimmered me with attention
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...Yet today, I fear /
ordinary names for fantastic objects: Sex, Love, Mind.
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In Nebraska, I looked up from the flatness, to her face, then down to the page and saw this: Real people have joy.
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The squirrels love the sun
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She could estimate herself around 30, though this was debatable since she had stopped counting years ago. She looked like a person who would be very pretty if she wore make-up, but she didn’t and therefore wasn’t.
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“Don’t ever call me that name, formal or informal, okay? Forget you heard it.”
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Dutton felt thwarted in his literary career, producing only the classic "Here I sit all broken-hearted, paid a nickel to crap and only farted" in a locker room stall at halftime of the 1963 Weedwacker Bowl.
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There’s not enough time because we come back to the things we never learn and forget them.
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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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Their relationship had proved volatile. The husband had gone missing. The wife had gone dead.
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Vicki's scream echoed in Michiko's ear, an unwelcome earworm.
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I saw magic for the first time when I was eight, on the day Jeremy Chendo showed me that paper cranes can fly.
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Isaac Beauregard Lyons woke with a start as he heard the slamming of a pickup truck door then a curse from someone down on his front lawn. “Damn it Mike, be quiet!” someone shouted.
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Ha. “Real damage.” The guy was in the ICU when I woke up in the jail cell. Turns out he was a cop. In a small town. The town where it happened. How I ended up in the state police holding cell, I have no idea. Just lucky, I guess.
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As with the trouble with gambling, I managed to spend beyond my self-suggested limit at the farm while wanting to do little else. It became a chase for "money" (numbers like rubles) ...
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He arched an eyebrow. He was "thinking" — a tricky thing to do, when you never read, even the newspaper.
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Everything I write is gold, he mused. My words spill onto the page like ambrosia, nectar of the gods, filling an empty vessel with immortal life.
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This is the place you need a third hand
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Listening for a chain saw with one ear and to Todd and the trooper with the other, I’m trying to hustle up and finish my business - sweating in my coat and sweatshirt - and I think this: not so silly now, is it, this invisible or being able to fly choice?
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