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The rain falls soft after a hard weekend.
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so much of what we know with certainty is amazingly uncertain
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Who better to know the wiles of the fox than the vixen herself?
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When he saw me, he jumped faster and faster, wild like something rabid.
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the dark brown cloaked warden stands on his lofty perch
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What don't they all do for us?They absorb, eliminate negative feelings and make you smile. To just name a few ... They make you sane, how insane it may seem from a certain point of view.But let me tell you this: I'm 1300 kms away from my family. I don't care much about…
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I remembered every noun and matching verb,
Simple sentences only, two words divided by a line,
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Before I take on any client, I need to know why exactly you need the services of a professional wingman. It’s hard to admit to your failures, especially when it involves your penis.
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Transhumanism has always had its malcontents usually derived from some philosophic contestation, but for all their thought experiments, somehow my present situation eluded them.
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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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A strange man tapped my door and held up the shoes for me to see. “It is the Dork Shoe,” he said. I looked past him at his dusty station wagon filled with boxes. “I have your size right here.” I observed the halo of his gray hair as he…
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Polo observed Madam Mayweather’s demeanor. The concern in her eyes for the students and faculty under attack by the Nocturne.
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Billy's days were much like his yesterdays, with little hope the ones to come would be any different.
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. . . he's of mixed race. Along with European blood, he's got Mexican Indian and African blood. Here's the irony. He don't look nothing like a white European man but he thinks like one.
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Two Roman busts have come down to us, both copies of supposed earlier Greek originals, from the 4th. century BC.
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Bullets and cars can kill in the cityThe weather doesn't feel rightIt was hot yesterday.And has now gotten coolerThe wind blows heavy,And it's rainingThe sky has turned greenAs people sit down to hearThe news reports on the radioThe tornado might hit us,Everyone seems to…
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Don’t worry, she said
It’s not blonde down there
But she is wrong
It’s just as blonde down there
As anywhere
The light down along her arms
For instance
The down along her cheek
On the back of her neck
Her thighs
Apparently I am n
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In one section of the map C climbs a staircase.
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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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By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:
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The girl went outside her door and stood and stared at the sky.there were clouds in the sky. the girl wore glasses with black framesthe girl stared at the sky some more and put on a bright yellow baseball hatshe sat in a white resin chairthe girl sat quietly and watched the…
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She felt the ants crawling across her arms, felt them digging into her flesh. The needle was still attached to her flesh, bruises lined along the stretch of skin. Her body convulsed until she slipped into slumber. The following morning she could no longer continue her self…
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Grim though it be Little Red Riding Hood and The Woodcutter, with his hewing axe, eviscerate and skin the Big Bad Wolf, thus rescuing sickly Grandma. Grandma’s a bit worse for the wear after her couple of hours in Big Bad’s overstuffed stomach. But she cl
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They say nothing, but instead watch the birds and people hovering. Every day is an echo of the one before, and the weight of waiting has begun to show itself in the stature of the tiny man and his little old wife. …
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the lazy leaves of a parlour palm finger
lavender in a wine bottle.
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Drink tons of water they keep telling me...
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I’d caught a small fish
but there wasn't enough room on the bridge
to reel it in completely
so I carried it hanging from my pole
along the edge of the traffic
A fine black dog joined me
following me into the shack
at the end of the bridg
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The brain had elected itself Judas, sleazy loud with silver jangling In this grand guignol of new and quickly old concussion Limbs roasted themselves to occult temperatures Yet remained whitely chilled under air that strove to rub, scrape, signify …
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