1051 3 3
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Rocky looked iron-built, tall and lean, not round like April. Russian lawn ornament, I said, mistaking the thought as mine.
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105120
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105198
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A sense of plenty courses through
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105121
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Francesco entered the gallery, and he immediately went to work.
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105142
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No one knew why DVices were so hard to find. No one knows for sure anyway.
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105120
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In the darkness I lay waiting for the day to dissipate then I follow the footfalls that follow
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105100
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day1
I've been fucked. I've been fucked. I'm supposed to behave now and say all these things I don’t really want to say. I've been fixed in spot. I have been turned into a broken record, or no even worse, a broken record case. I've become a parody, a p
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1051179
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When I came back home, after coming down with polio, everything had changed for me. I'd been gone for forty-five long days and nights. But it was Halloween, a time very nearly sacred for children in the Midwest, and it brought out the charity of the who
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105100
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This is between the two wars, so
it surprises you
when TV screens light up with this in the hotel breakfast room.
You are in Delhi, you were supposed to fly home
last night but
fog canceled everything.
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105110
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Your insincere smile,
eyes drowning in kohl.
Sweat and sweet talcum,
and the maroon cashmere stole.
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105142
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Maria Monsanto, the curator of Francesco Martinelli's Atmospheres show, stood in the middle of the third-floor gallery.
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1050139
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"covered in a sheen of sweat, flowers of salt bloom on my T-shirt"
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105000
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Dancers, dunces and brides-to-be
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105021
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That night in the stable the three wise men were the only ones who had read books. All the rest became victims of circumstance. Characters amazing in their own right. To be written and talked about for centuries. Totally…
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105000
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His hands are just like mine The crook of his nose The green of his glare Pearls of his mouth The soft strength of his voice Those diligent digits The brick of his build The grim complexion of father She fell for familiar A man just like me …
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105000
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1A voice scratches her ear: Come here, petal.Later: …
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105000
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Some mornings he would wake up with his hand in the curve of her side. But her scent would awaken him further to his reality. This was not his wife. No, the women he vowed to protect was asleep in the arms of another.Lost to adultery, his dreams fell to…
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105020
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The old man tied his black tie and put on a black beret. His bones hurt, but at ninety-two it was to be expected.
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105030
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You are about to experience a voice from the past. Here we go ... jet back to about 1964.
I remember you with the same beard (just a different color!) and slightly longer hair.
I remember drinking lots of beer and wine in your basement with Shel
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105021
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We were stuck sweating it out on a long suburban plain when you left. Or else we’d mob the one visible hill (in Palos Hills, or Hillside) and turn the televisions on, looking behind us nervously, hopelessly, until every evening became a Wednesday evenin
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105075
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"You wantin' one of them kittens? If we can't give 'em away we're gonna drown 'em. We got too many."
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105000
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it always takes too long to figure it out
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104932
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It started out small: just a cup of coffee, purchased, and an extra one that I gave away.
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104943
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You know what's wrong with Hell these days? Do ya? It's too fucking corporate. Too commercial.
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104910
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A man strolled by with perfect posture and a masterful comb-over. Bud gave me that 'get him' expression; sitting there with his own low side part. We razzed him about it all the time, but he still looked pretty-damn-good for seventy-five.
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1049109
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As if reaching for the Divine was the problem
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104952
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The bells are ringing once again. They are three sets of bells, but I can tell them apart. It's cold up here, and I never thought I would end up in such a high fortress surrounded by the grey and dark and the moat and the flora and fauna foreign and slightly brutish.…
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104910
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They’re friends, him and Sissy and Raul, you know, and live upstairs from Asa and he went up there. He kept texting me saying, B here all night, follow u 2 airport. Yelled down through the floor. Real crazy shit.
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104900
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When the phone rings that late at night, it’s not good.
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104955
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most famously, a small/
writhing dog. A thousand casts were made/
before they stopped
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