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We danced the pee dance after too much Seven Up and tasted odd Jello dishes.
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113820
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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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113800
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These were strange realizations, and each built upon the one before until I was completely mystified and unsettled in my life.
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113821
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“Are you comparing the communists with Hitler?”
“Are you telling me there is no comparison?"
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113840
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There's a surprise for you!Why did she think I would have been pregnant? I hadn't seen her for ages, neither people she knew, so it wasn't my weight ...She opened the door, a sigh of relief on her face, thank God she thought ... She isn't.The surprise was we came to visit,…
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113833
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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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113821
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martyred young women lie in hospital beds
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113750
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They were all celebrating something, but she couldn’t see what it was.
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113752
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We head home, skirting along the coast,
humble before catapulting waves;
the lighthouse near invisible
if not for a single band of red.
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113700
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I’ve really had it up to here
with people who say “awesome”
of things that don’t inspire awe.
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113700
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Randall had created Raoul to enjoy the freedom of being another person, but this became his second life crisis.
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11371816
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My job was take the falls, act the dope, finish at the wrong end of the slap stick for the blow off. I was Auguste, the fool; I drove the clown car.
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113700
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We entertained each other and stuck our fingers in each others’ cakes and pies and pulled them out licking them while looking at each other. I was light with youth in a white summer dress, swinging my shoe as it dangled off the tip of my toes, rubbing m
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113700
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Dog winged the monkey's gerdonderplonk just past ceremony. Winkle-wizzened water garglers awoke wanderjanked while apple-gated confederates slept on. Rusty pipe smack-down cancelled water lily gumbo's two o'clock and Patsy sang Crazy for the millionth time.…
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113700
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no one told him there was a place where heroes died, but he should have known it was in love
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113720
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I will watch your teeth measure the highway all the way home.
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113600
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One morning she was out on her walk and happened to come near the creek. Amazed as she was by the landscape, she was unprepared for the creek to look dark. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, the trees budding and yet below, in the water, it seemed dar
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113611
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Deep in Stationcity they began to drum.
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113600
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“That's Governor Gauda to you, punk!” This is the line from my speech “Killing Dennis Gauda.” The speech lost the Tall Tales competition at the division level, but I was unfortunate to have a chance to do this speech for Dennis Gauda …
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113611
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My friend and I were talking while having burritos (some days, it is as if all we ever eat are burritos, existentially speaking) and I was looking at the way he inserted that shaft of meat in his mouth and thought him prodigious for his technique
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113662
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among and begin / bouquets
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113620
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113600
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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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113600
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My usual angel fell from the ceiling and onto the couch.
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113621
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“You’re just like me,” she said, as dawn was breaking. “You like sex.”
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113600
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It was the same table they met and fell in love.
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113631
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If you have writer’s block, it may be because your childhood wasn’t unhappy enough, but there’s nothing you can do about that now, is there?
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113601
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Thanks for the invitation, although you don't make the Undergraduate Verse Society Ice Cream Social and Poetry Slam sound very appealing.
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113695
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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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