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So how do I know all this about Sammy, you ask? I’m getting to that...
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73700
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“Hey Jimmy,” we’d shout at the bartender, whose real name was Bill, but who acquired his nomme de biere with the fixtures when he bought the joint.
“What?” he’d reply in monosyllables in order to keep his overhead down.
“What does a woman want?”
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73700
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Tonight, as I ate stale fries in the car, /
after getting back home, /
my seatbelt still around me, /
struggling to keep me in place,
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73700
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Intimacy is safer in the dark.
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73711
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A survey by “You & Your Wedding” magazine has determined that one in five British brides now requires her bridesmaids to sign contracts regulating their behavior and appearance.
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73765
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Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
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73620
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"They measured the lobsters and they were short. But like I said, not by much. If they had any sense they’d leave the poor guy alone and go after the big fish.”
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73632
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My wife’s got dangerously good
Peripheral vision
She can see things so far to the side
That I’m almost certain she can see things behind her
And I’m sure she can see things that happened yesterday
But the thing that scares me the most
She
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73663
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First you had to have been there
Because the air cleared up
When the world stopped driving
And the plants bloomed
Bigger and brighter than we had ever
Ever dreamed
The sky was just a brilliant, pure
Blue
Like when God was born
Now fo
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73620
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When I was growing up–I know that begs the question–if I wasn’t gigging frogs or shooting marbles I used to wile away my idle hours by hanging out at my dad’s women’s clothing store.
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73521
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“I was talking to kid who hadn’t applied to college, and I asked him why,” Branson says. “He rolled his eyes and said ‘Why go to college if I’m gonna end up a tool like you?’"
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73520
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It is a strange world, dawn.
You may find yourself alone
with your God, the old, and the
young. Very likely a bird.
An old one out hobbling past on a cane,
a small dog trotting from bush to bush,
sniffing a pile of leaves,
jumping back, st
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73420
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Then there was this short little girl, Jo Ann, who had a daughter and was divorced, who lived next door to Andy. She told me right after we did it one night that she had always wanted to have sex with me when she was growing up, as a teenager, I mean. A
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73400
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I care little for innocence. I prefer the breath of dragons to the silhouettes of apes.
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73387
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Adam, bronze and lithe, runs laps on the beach
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73331
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The work of translation is a braid of light.
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73200
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A dirty-blonde woman in a little black dress,
her face a picture of chagrin/
Was similarly looking around as if lost,
other’s heads ending at her chin.
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73220
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Creating a world in which no one believes . . . killing a world in which no one could believe.
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73222
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Leaves fall. Snow falls.
Both fall beyond my notice
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73100
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The boy had a gift, we understood; he could speak the language of the
animals, and so soon there was a skunk that he would walk on a leash.
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73140
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I worked for Century 21 and wore a mustard-colored blazer with a crest and a tie and plaid mini-skirt like a little schoolgirl and it would turn on the husbands. It made them unusually horny. I purposely wore white bobby socks. They would corner me in t
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73132
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prayers for meatwagons prayers from meatwagons too: / things can happen in intersections aspeed / with two ambulances from separate streets.
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73121
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The first thing Noah did, more or less, was plant a vineyard.
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73122
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Let me tell you about extraterrestrial bingo: it's loud. They put the speakers over my head. And the microphone keeps moving. Most of the organisms here are old. And from another planet. I see a lot of tentacles. A lot of auras and bugeyes. Everyone seems to know the…
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730137
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Here was the situation, as I recounted it to myself: somehow, I was trapped in some unearthly dimension where Baltimore, actor Emilio Estevez, and myself had somehow collided in a big cartoon scrum complete with onomatopoeias and clouds of dust.
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73000
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Look at this contradictory neon night.
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72900
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The Pulse-Soldier: Part I Dr. Zog Kadare waddled in off the patio, daintily lay down his umbrella, acknowledged his wife with a grunt, kicked off his sandals with a deft movement of the heel, without troubling to unbind them, removed a sealed envelope from his rear…
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72900
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http://fictionique.com/?p=15975
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72931
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He stood with his cardboard sign and watched the faceless occupants, watched for a car window to lower; there were few.
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72832
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When I hear her voice
Repeating over and over
Will you help me?
Will you help me?
I get very, very sad
Have you seen Rose and Fanny?
She asks
They died 30 years ago, dear
Oh
Will you help me?
Over and over
Will you help me?
I g
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