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among and begin / bouquets
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117921
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An elephant with fascist tendencies,And various exotic dependancies,Kept his eye on,That there King Lion,Frustrated by his monarchic propensities.He made plans to over-throw,Thinking the Lion's popularity low,But he was discovered,When his habits were uncovered,Which was…
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117921
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“Are you comparing the communists with Hitler?”
“Are you telling me there is no comparison?"
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1179105
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"All he wants to do is watch the Hallmark Channel"
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117922
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I don't care what my reincarnated self thinks about today. I'm already aware that everything stinks in the end. Well. It's supposed to. But all things must seek travel while they can. Dance while they can. Dream while they can. Laugh while they can.…
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117920
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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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117940
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The boy had decided he needed to sell his music equipment—the p.a. system, his amp, his compact organ. His band had broken up and wasn’t going to get back together. He was leaving town at the end of the summer, to where exactly he didn’t know yet.
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117933
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Father, trouble me memory;laconic, idle, some glint on the dark. Recall us to me: what did we have, or what did we lose? Like some late affection, open me again, laugh it out of us. It is not loss I'm looking toput back together, papered over…
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117942
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Below them, the clag shears open in irregular patches, the lights of Seattle resolving themselves through the thinning overcast then vanishing again by turns.
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117820
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Terry marked each spot where we did it with a red “X” on this map she had taken from my dad's gas station. In those days gas stations gave out maps for free.
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117888
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The train station offers a pleasant atmosphere, though it exists as an in between place. People only come here to go somewhere else.
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117812
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Do you know if you were actually speaking to me there?
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117841
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He puts the briefcase on the sand and removes a pistol.
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117810
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Someone had scrawled her on the walls.
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117875
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The two boys walked the long dock to the edge of bay,like scrappy lobsters pointing toward the waves,"The cockroaches of the sea,"his father said,It was the old country"Only prisoners were fed lobster.They stayed in the dampholes."He thought the sea ebbed and flowed like a…
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A waiter at the café was saying
“I’m opening the curtain here behind your back
Is that okay?”
“Go ahead,” I told him. “It’s all right”
“Enemies are taken care of?”
“They already got everything,” I said
Suddenly both of us were laughi
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117821
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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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117733
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That son of a bitch meant every word. Every filthy mouthful of insults that hit me was intentional and focused.
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117700
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This is what you have to do to keep the unruly parts of your brain from open revolt.
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117722
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"Excuse me. I believe you have a little something falling from your right nostril there," he said, pointing with his pinky.
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117720
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They were overweight, diabetic, and trapped in a cellphone dead zone.
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117753
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Cockroaches may be falling through the holes
in the floorboards of heaven, but we will not be disturbed.
We are agents, free and clear, even if a little bit mean.
I want to quit worrying about money,
but the angels upstairs won’t let me.
The
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117721
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“You’re just like me,” she said, as dawn was breaking. “You like sex.”
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117777
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Times were tough. They met out on the right-of-way on Highway 61 heading south, each trying to hitch a ride to New Orleans where they might find work. Albert walked up to her lugging a saxophone in a scuffed up case. Mamie had old cloth suitcase. After handshake bona fides…
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untilled, weedy, left to rest
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117654
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Each brief life is lived in dedication//
to the honeyed buzz of the colony,
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117610
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“He’s a tough nut,” says CIA officer Marlon McGrath. “He says he’ll die a martyr rather than crack before we get to the Booster Club award for outstanding female athlete.”
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117620
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Still worried. I could use some more hope in my oatmeal.
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117620
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The president snapped awake at three AM. He realized he was a serial killer. Highly trained and equipped killers on his orders were summarily murdering thousands of raggedly dressed people in the name of Democracy.
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