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M. CALLAGHAN: I’ve got a lot on my mind. You’re drunk, aren’t you?
COL. MORD: Good idea!
DEATH: Well, there is no shame in that.
J. KIDDING: Everyone suffers. Can you lend me your cat?
T. BURKULAR: I don’t know, sir. I don’t follow political issues .
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She exists behind closed doors. An open field, on the edge of a moor. Her stare belies her hardened heart. Her soul in fragments. She has lost faith.Never happy. Never understanding. Never accepting her sadness. She walks every evening at sunset. She remembers her…
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115800
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“Grow some fucking balls, Satan!”Did I just say that? To the prince of darkness?Yes. Yes, I did. Let me back up.*It was around 10:30 Saturday morning when the phone rang. I recognized the caller id.“Hi, Satan,” I said as I picked it…
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115822
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The man and the woman ate dinner together as they did most nights. It had become a habit over the years, back when they had children. Their lives were busy yet they always found time for one…
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115898
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A sense of plenty courses through
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115885
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I ate a tuna salad sandwich for lunch.
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115831
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The past follows, battered, bruised, always behind
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115800
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The apple tree is pretty and hangs On it's limbsFull pictures Like the executioner songover the head of a bladeAt the end of a rainbow waiting for a cold cloud To blow away a daffodil And leave porcelain tea cups at the end of a dull dayLike doilies waiting to be ripped…
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First was the end of the month Sunday morning picnic. Well, Not first - there was more. Something Before then. But, You looked different with wind in your Hair and Never the same again. The mud on your skirt matched my thoughts. You'd fallen, I'm sure, and I…
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Francesco tried to fix Oriana's face in his mind as he blindly walked to the taxi queue.
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115851
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Joey tried to shoot the cop with his air gun but the cop sprayed Joey with pepper spray.
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115800
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“Stay away from fad fruits and vegetables like endive, pomegranates and kiwis,” his father said. “Stick with something that people need, something that will last–parsley.”
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115700
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exiled from hell where no torture could touch you to a cloud in heaven where no…
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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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115731
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Where does the foam from the lattes go?
I'm not being flip--I want to know.
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The items were not selected. The people were not forced to choose, with tears and a suffocating feeling.
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115700
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He repeated Honey, I miss you. He could be cruel. He let their son chase his kite for hours in the park while he sat between two tourists on their way out of the city just last week. He could hear her now, running a bath for herself, forgetting John's Apple Jacks before…
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A debacle has been scheduled for 11:45...
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We’d sometimes find my mother asleep in her chair outside her trailer at the nudist camp when we drove up. She loved her garden there, even with the rabbits eating her young tomato plants. She used to coax the bluebirds down to the railing of her trailer
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a few Hershey's Kisses tucked in with the note
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as you are, there's a big floating arm that separates both of us from each other. Widening, like a river, it touches us together often, but still keeps us drifting apart. The banks of your new life have different weeds and flowers…
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George didn’t move when Cindy punched him in the nose. He just stood
up and walked to the fridge, poured a glass of water and dropped a few
ice cubes into the glass. The ice cracked in the glass as he walked
back to the couch.
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With a sigh she rubbed her face into wakefulness, and then sucked two fingers, thinking of melted cheese.
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tragically / once upon a time / two people / far away / ...
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In the dark I rode naked
feeling quite exposed...
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macho bucks in velvet defy you driving down the lane
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Whoever told us that truth-telling was so wonderful,
when we can plainly see that lying is the way to get results?
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He puts the briefcase on the sand and removes a pistol.
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"The sheriff's mother-in-law made the smoothest 'shine in the county."
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