1022 4 3
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102100
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A cruel reminder of his irrelevance to the world of law, a world he had probably ruled for over 40 years.
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102133
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"As soon as you're born, they make you feel small."--John LennonI cannot do anything about how beautiful you are, my sour flower, but I can tell you this much: Joni Mitchell is better than all the cowards in the world. They all chose to somehow…
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102110
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Two minutes later Alicia Morgan stepped out of her car. Her smile faltered momentarily and he saw that she assumed the mistake was hers
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102186
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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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102121
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“Are you comparing the communists with Hitler?”
“Are you telling me there is no comparison?"
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102153
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I'd had way too many drinks. My legs were quivering. Everyone had gathered there in the kitchen, my sleek and attractive ex-wife the center of attention, all the men fucking drooling over her. Seems she was a yoga queen now, a vegan princess, a dancer somewhere. She…
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102040
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We spent that entire winter with shaky hands and shrunken egos.
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102000
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It might have had something to do with the boy’s pet hog, which was hulking, ageless, and liked eating poppy seed muffins
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102062
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Look, “Wolfie,” (or “Pharaoh,” or whatever your name is now) a little too much information, don’t you think? I don’t need to hear all the details about you and Sharon. It’s my life, and I’ll cry if I want to – to alter the song just a
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10201110
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It was a cruel question, coming on breath that stank of the grave.
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102020
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A debacle has been scheduled for 11:45...
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102011
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What about the poor nobodies to somebodies being tossed like wet rags onto more wet rags?
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102030
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this is one of those
"there are two kinds of people"
sort of things.
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102010
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my tiny white world, the cube in the closet in the back above the shelving in a secret compartment cut into the wall
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102044
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Wheels are spinning
On the country roads tonight
I’m driving all alone
No one else in sight
And the wind’s in my hair
And I don’t care
Yeah, the wind’s in my hair
And I don’t care
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102000
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I’ll give you a pair of grey cement pumps
then into the river, your body I’ll dump.
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102011
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The lock came off easy—they only screwed a hinged hasp on the outside—it took a hard shove to get past a chair barricading the door. As I pushed my way in I heard a screeching crash. Lucky nobody was around. It was my first time bidding on a sheriff's sale…
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102000
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When Prince Rainier III asked an expert whether there was a literature of Monaco, her research produced only a suggestive ode to a fig and a poem about a fart.
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101900
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They were an interesting young couple. Tom was a big man with rugged features, though not handsome. His face was deeply pock-marked with the scars that are sometimes left over from a terrible bout with adolescent acne. His wife – though I was never cert
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1019106
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Mothers and sons and war, an old story...
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101901
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“So he rounds up three bums and says he'll buy 'em a case of beer if they’ll do a job for him. All they have to do is ride around in a car for his campaign. Of course they all said yes.”
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101965
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Then it gets worse—this reading of books—I go to the café and can only read a minimalist there, one crouton at a time.
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101920
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A thrill seeker before midnight - but closer to twilight ...
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101921
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By the time he says “I am tired of the smell of pig shit and death” you’ve already lost interest
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101821
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if you lost your list on your way here
i will help you get what you came for.
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101851
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Some people burn slowWhile others burn fastAnd betweenAll kind of things happen:There's happiness sadnessJoy and angerSicknessThings happenAnd when you are in theWorldThe worlds molds youWith all it elixirs and tempationsThe good timesThen come the wounds and scarsAnd the…
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101851
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Sand atop a trickling potentially,where roundabout rides hideunbegun business, the trickling of sand at any moment.
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101800
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The house stood quietly in its surrounds. Unnerved by the beauty that enveloped it. Green forest trees loomed round the house protecting it from the outside world and in front of it lay a sweeping lake that disappeared into the trees on…
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101800
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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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