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No one explained triumph
would feel like this.
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Trapped inside a seashell, almost pickled and eaten for dinner—could my life become any more bizarre?
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Pion's long fingers fly from black to white, white to black, without missing even a measure. The nocturne starts soft.
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I've seen the pinch marks. It can't be worth it.
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"Maybe so, but you have seen those photos in the National Geographic, right? Do you really want to risk it?" she demands and I sigh in defeat.
I wake up at midnight, hot from too many blankets and pull my bra off through the sleeves of my shirt. I th
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I read the last line and close the book with a smack. “That ends that section,” I tell him. “Coming up is the chapter titled ‘The Ancient History of the Sewers of Paris.'
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I don't remember much before my brother moved out, but one thing that stands out in my mind was the bathroom we shared. He'd pull a stool up to…
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This bumble-bee been following me around all day. Ever since I woke up, it's been with me. I just now smacked it to the ground and then it crawled on my bag and flew up to me again, zooming all around me; it's frightening me, a little. Bee…
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I think that I write toward death and to stave off death and to remember the dead and to address what is dead in me.
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We fucked in the backseat like the verse of a b-side, and that was enough to make him think my boys were half of his body.
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We lived in a Holiday Inn trying not to be depressed that life had turned out to be so much like Eastenders, trying not to acknowledge that the thrill we’d got out of each other was the thrill of giving in to the wrong thing. We had more sex than ever b
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I want you to kiss me like you’re listening to my tongue. I want you to hear the rhythm of my heart through my lips. Can you feel what I’m telling you? If you’re entering my borders, it doesn’t matter where - my mouth, my pussy, my ear... you’d better pay
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Dan leaned back on his haunches and smoked. He was a massive man, not the type to sit like that. But he did. He sat like that, smoking and he said: “I feel like this kid I went to school with. Everybody called him Squish-Squash.” We asked him…
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(Insert poignant line here)
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My resistance sublimates. There is a long instant of absolute relinquishment, in which I imagine droplets of water plinking into my lungs in a slow, musical fashion, like icicles melting in a perfect cave.
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His hands fumble over my curves like he’s petting his golden retriever. He wears in inexperience on his face like I wear my mascara.
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spreading gilded pages with a tlickt
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Hanging was back and thriving - twice a week at half seven in the evening.
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Go to your room. Children are meant to be seen not heard.
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The Sentinels held up their weapons at the main door, preparing for a fight. Lori saw the look on the girl’s eyes, something she felt she should not see in them.
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Two friends follow the train tracks by their neighborhood.
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On a visit, Jesus sees bracelets with WWJD. What does that mean? he asks. What Would Jesus Do? they respond. I wouldn’t wear that, he says.
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Alaina paced around in the green room. She couldn't believe she had agreed to do this. Her friends had told her it would be an excellent idea. How can agreeing to marry a total stranger on national television a decent idea, let alone an excellent one? "Oh Lain, it'll be…
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Imagine, if you will, the heartland of America–the Mississippi River Valley–as a woman sprawled out on a bed.
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Calmly I rang the bell for Mrs. Madison and sank with some relief onto the ottoman. In a crisis, a calm head and decisive action are called for. The housekeeper would surely know what to do.
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leave a trail of potential weapons dropped from your shaking hands. you must always make it easy for him to follow.
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I hope you and asshole are having a good time.
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He's Eric Roberts, the stalker and eventual killer in Star '80.
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