1934 1 0
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I've been struck with a bout of writer's block, struggling to get pen to page or finger to keyboard....So I make paper airplanes.
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1934114
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After we have sex I slip cash into your purse, just a few bucks, without you knowing. You're not a whore, but I'd like to buy you lunch sometime without having to be there.
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1934109
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Marcy is two years older and got her period the summer before me. She thinks she’s a professor of everything, but she’s my best friend so I don’t say she’s being stupid or that her tangerine lipstick is smeared across her front teeth.
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19341812
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Go to your room. Children are meant to be seen not heard.
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193362
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He sits on a folded-over cardboard box, slightly off-balance and without any visible sign of support other than the granite wall of the bank behind him and the few coins in the paper cup he shakes at each passerby.
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193385
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Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to get where you need to be.
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193261
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“Your children are beautiful,” she said, handing back his wallet after removing several bills. Her mouth was fringed by bitten-off melon lipstick, a calm kind of mad. She told him to call her Sally, “like the song McCartney rips his lungs on.” She…
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19322112
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I couldn’t begin to give an account of the latest days.
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19312613
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I greatly enjoyed imagining each wonton was one of my personal enemies and then biting it in half and pretending I could hear it screaming piteously as I chuckled and dragged out the chewing.
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1930238
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193001
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The teachers who get caught propositioning male students are always wholesome family women. This is why I have repeatedly called for regular round-ups of wholesome family women before another young man’s morals are corrupted.
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19302717
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Oh what fun they had riding that bike! What adventures! They went everywhere, in town and out.
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193000
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While I tried to work calmly, internally it was a non-Zen zone. I was experiencing a major adrenalin rush.
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1930128
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Cousin Rudy pulled up a cod /
out of season /
we were rigged for haddock, /
it was dressed for the weather
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1930125
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A mile down the road, they found Denny’s. It was only four in the afternoon so there was no wait and the couple sat right away.
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1929119
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Cherry was America's least favorite pie. Her mother made it every year for her father's birthday because "daddy doesn't like cake." America had to wash the bowls, the wooden spoon, the plates and finally the Pyrex dish. Her brother got to "contribute" by climbing the tree…
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192851
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I remember the first time I saw her. I'd just pushed through the crowded bar and waited to place my order.
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19281510
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"The cops are just doing what they're being paid to do."
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192875
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You ran so quickly for a while no one could find you. Finally, you sent us a report. You had retreated to the sea, you had your legs stitched together, you became a mermaid and were applying to join the school.
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192711
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Ham
If you have never cooked a ham steak, you need not be afraid. The ham is often cut so thin that to over or undercook it is nearly impossible. The exterior reflects the centre better than any other meat; you will know when to stop.
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19271613
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I shuddered. This is how we are chosen
by strange and silent hands.
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192687
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A brief commentary on the uselessness of endings.
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192600
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So, dear world, whose dearness I have never truly known, I bid you adieu.
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192654
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Valeria never whistled. Nor did she approve of people who did. One thing she had learned in her sixty-seven years was that people who whistled were crass. Butchers whistled. So did peasants.
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19262318
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a poem about an abduction in my NYC neighborhood
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192553
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“Get ya hands outta there, ya filthy old cunt!” I look up, his distorted face hurling more abuse.
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19251311
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For those of you with a position cemented firmly to the contrary, I happen to think I have a great face, actually. My face, maybe I talk about my body a lot, but my face is pretty great, really it is.
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1925196
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She's at an artist colony in the state of Virginia. She's in her studio. She should be writing. That's what everybody thinks she's doing out here. Why else would she be in her studio alone at 3:00 a.m.? But there's an interloper. A new painter? Sculptor? Maybe he…
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1925147
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I cannot make love to a woman who looks like David Byrne.
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19241514
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“I’m going home,” I answered, but the word home seemed inappropriate. I hadn’t told the truth and felt something, not guilt as guilt was far too strong, but still I felt something that moved me enough to amend my answer: “I’m going to the place where I gr
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