2132 15 16
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When Carlotta left me, I cried / into my soup. I shriveled into / harsh mathematics.
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2132 10 3
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I can feel everything getting closer, the past catching up. All the cunts and cocks and clits I've ever touched. I left them all on the other side of the world, and now they're creeping back to me.
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2130 22 9
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You don't make money worrying about other people's feelings. I learned that from my father at an early age. He managed rental properties, which I, his daughter, now own. He wanted a son, so I became one.
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2130 7 1
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In Nebraska, we found a dead man lying between the furrows of a field. He’d been there awhile in the heat and the sun, the only shade provided by a cloud of flies. The dead man lay on the ground, decaying, disappearing into the dirt:
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I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY TO YOU, she lisps, and, with this, the fissure in the man’s head reaches the bottom of his chin and the hollow head splits in two.
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2130 9 5
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During fifth grade, I was called /
closeted queer and tall faggot.
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2129 0 0
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Ai picked up the ball and noticed the feathers. Wings unfurled and the head looked up. Staring deep into the bird’s eyes, Ai could have sworn she saw flames.
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2129 20 9
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“Your mother has problems,” he told the kids.
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...but still, when she whispers that going out now might put her in the mood later he unties from his mooring and sets them both drifting toward the gin-splintered latitudes
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2129 11 4
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My name is Wanda McClure and I lived in the foothills of Eastern Kentucky. A small town miles off the interchange, and mostly in the middle of nowhere. I lived in a trailer. I was 52 years old.
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2129 1 1
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Pushing his jeans down around his ankles, he knelt, and pressed his moist dipstick against my hole. “Do you always do this on a first date?” he said
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2129 21 9
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to say that he was
doing fine
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2128 7 5
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His open door was interpreted by the neighbor as an invitation to all but place a mirror under his nose. She demanded opportunities to fluff his pillows and coerced him into accepting gifts of food, more than he could possibly eat, and sometimes ate with
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2128 4 4
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Blueberries are like testicles: you have to hold them gently, from underneath.
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2128 5 1
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I’ve never liked birds. There’s something smug about the way they look at us, we prisoners of gravity, something self-congratulatory in their songs. Maybe I’m just projecting my own feelings about being stuck on the ground, attributing attitudes t
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2127 0 0
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“Why have you not voted Mindeo”, Tidi squeaked. “Because there is a third way. If we stay only here, we will eventually be driven out. To attack the erect worms to extend our…
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2127 1 0
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"Isn't it time to remove the nails, and put Jesus to rest once and for all," Mary asks.
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2127 8 7
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A child in a new world/
by way of the old I won’t remember.
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2127 6 0
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Maybelline Jones is my sister, my friend, and I try to tell her the right way to be.
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2127 17 8
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They are running the bulls in Pamplona
this afternoon and they have no idea
how to do this and they are
way too old for this
and they want to relive their youth
and run the bulls in Pamplona
They want to drink like Ernest Hemingway
and run
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2127 14 7
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a question that (never) left
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2126 6 5
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Because it seems never to be beginning, always picking up in the middle with it’s long resonant tones, which themselves begin as if they’ve always been. Maybe that’s why we love old, sacred music. And by we I, of course, mean my two-year-old Charlie and m
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2124 19 3
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"And you’ll forgive my sayin’, your Maggie’s in heat, and if ya want to keep her you’re gonna ‘ave to fight. To be sure after this they’ll leave ya alone.”
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Flexeril and Hydrocodon... For my back
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The Batman says it's his birthday. I take him at his word.
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2124 19 6
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He was entirely guilty of what he had done and wanted that to be acknowledged and understood by the arresting officer.
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2124 22 10
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The Count was used to boredom but he had reached the point where he was even bored with boredom.
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2123 28 12
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when unicorns took to flight / the poles shifted / the world flooded / and Pangaea busted open like calloused palm
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