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“Price has gone up,” Jim said. His head and his body were still, like a deer’s when it hears something. “It’s three cents a bale now.”
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64750
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Oh, by the way
here’s my old phone number
548-7899
Remember?
Call me
It will ring
somewhere
in the past
We can make
amends
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64721
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The box kite floats high over the marsh.
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64700
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His father has been talking of finding a man for her, but she would have none of it. The last time he brought a traveler home, under guise of allowing him to rest for the night and have some bread, the boy crept to her room at night and attempted deprive
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64611
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As you can see, egotism forms at a young age for people who end up in this industry.
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64642
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“... More weighty than wisdom or wealth is a little folly" (Ecclesiastes)
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64632
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why were ghosts in wry mirrors feeding on hope?
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64521
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Just an abnormal visit to the post office.
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64500
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“I’ve seized a family’s satellite dish, I’ve put a lien on a guy’s blue tick hound–everything,” Suggins says with a laugh.
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645105
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I am a small cottage up on the hill. Every morning, I open my windows and my front door. First enters dawn which turns the walls blue, followed by the sun laying straws of wheat on my table. Inside my cottage the day lights up the dark corners while the lamps go quietly…
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64500
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http://fictionique.com/?p=15392
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64531
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Just let there be that self-moving thing, a sweet girl mentioned by innocence in an off moment because of her skin, because of the way rain beads up on it.
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64452
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That was when we discovered we could make one shadow jump right through another and come out whole on the other side. Our shadows were indestructible. It was one of those moments of discovery maybe only gallons of pink Chablis could bring on. Or dope.
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64401
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The paper was strewn, everywhere.
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64400
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They had been part of the world for as long as he knew, but they were still an enigma to Timothy. They had an origin but he did not know what it was or what they were. They were both the source and the outcome. They generated and spread the information.
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6442516
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There was a man.There always is a man.Let's say this man was a hippiein the sixties and grew a beard, a blondbeard and hung out in Central Parkwith his guitar and his lyrics. Let's sayhe took too many drugs, drank too muchbourbon, slept with too many women.Let's say it is…
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64310
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He lives a simple life, the docks, an occasional woman of questionable morals and brewskis.
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64344
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James Hubert III sat at the bar. It was late. His wife and kids were long in bed and he knew he should be, too. But with the Lovelandtown lift bridge stuck in mid-air, a drink beckoned him. He sat next to Vince DeSantos, a small, stout man, with a bowling
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64311
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64353
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PROSPER CENTRAL SCHOOLS PSYCHOEDUCATIONAL EVALUATION CONFIDENTIAL Prosper Central…
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64232
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In the cafeteria we have the cheese fries. Sara's favorite. She eats with two fingers, pinching like a crane. Cheese drips and she licks the fingers. She licks the plate. She goes for it. Big Lulu, the cook, calls from the back. “That's what I like to…
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64263
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In 1997, I was exploring a used bookstore in Camden, New Jersey, when I stumbled across a two-volume hardback copy of The Dictionary of the Khazars by Milorad Pavić, a book I had been meaning to read since it came out in 1984. At $10.00 for the set, I couldn't pass up…
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64210
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Our love used to be so artless, /
unstained by a knowingness /
that perceives time in minutes
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64185
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I'm on my way to work the Saturday night dinner shift at Slug's
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64132
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I feel more like sprouts than cucumbers. Oh, hey. Icame here to tell you something you already know, butmaybe can't remember. Or maybe it's me who is rememberingsomething I meant to say, but didn't. Oh, hey. There's alfalfa and mung bean. I love those skinny little…
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64121
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It was 1984, that foreboding year, I now
recall. You were in the hospital,
your cat having snagged your nail.
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641129
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The sirens didn’t eat the sailors
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64195
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Nothing new this numbing year 'til now-/
a forced recovery of voice through//
recollection of the catalogue of regrets,/
disappointments, and the long collapse
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64197
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64110
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"I'm dreading it," says Kati Rivers, a visual artist who has lived in the Fort Point Channel district. "A bunch of fat suburbanites driving up rents and crowding creative people out of the little cafes and bistros."
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