2091 7 4
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This part of her digital garden is not impressive, slightly sloppy, even haphazard. However, her avatar is an attractive woman with good make-up.
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2090 4 4
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"a.k.a. I-D-I-O-T" (The Hives).
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2090 5 1
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"From up here the city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire," he croaked, his voice scratchy from sobbing. In pinpoints of illumination he imagined his wife - *former* wife - Calli in that Mustang convertible he'd gotten her for a birthday surprise
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2089 21 14
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2088 0 0
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Her letter ends with her best words: No one will ever love you like I do. Beneath, she draws a heart, sad eyes, two jewel tears. Yours forever, Dawn. Hole by hole, not to wake her sister, she pulls the paper free, creases, folds again, then cuts…
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2088 16 13
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The Bond Trader begins his morning with coffee and a hit of LSD.
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2087 2 0
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The specialist had kept what he'd taken out of Sue May. I made an appointment with him and was shown it floating in a jar of clean unguent.
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2087 5 2
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When she awoke in her yard, she poured what was left of the rum into the dead grass. The man beside her lay with fingers curled, a claw she’d found wedged up her skirt when she woke. Tom, she said, his name nonsense, tongues. Might as well have been any
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2085 11 8
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Our next door neighbor is in love with his cat. His wife sits in our kitchen crying her eyes out.
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2085 9 6
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MIDNIGHT all day. Bleak December. A chiaroscuro, snowing blackbirds.
(Pas de cinq mille, in B minor.)
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2084 11 9
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2084 6 5
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Daniel told himself to push. -- push harder than he'd ever pushed himself before. He reminded himself of what his father once told him: don't give in to pain. Be a real man. You can take it.
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2084 19 17
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Jake remembers that Amy told him once that she thought that somehow he would always be a part of her life. That was before she went to Spain and married an American bull fighter.
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2084 14 10
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. . . and the last thing you’ll smell will be new-cut pine.
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2084 7 2
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You look just like your mom
she says
I LOL her and say, funny
cuz you look just like yours
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2084 7 8
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for a handful of weeks/ my father took me to/ the college of art and design/ downtown/ where i took drawing lessons./
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2084 19 15
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"You're publishing too much too / quickly. We think that's unhealthy. We want you / to slow down. You're becoming a fame whore."
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2083 12 11
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pressing my hands into the voice in the bed,
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2083 5 3
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Chapter One In the Woods Everett Finn liked white-bread sandwiches. In June, Flora forfeited all her free cafeteria lunches to sit with him during his quiet lunch breaks in the classroom. "Eleven more days until graduation," she told him. He sat…
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2083 17 10
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He kissed her tits and thought of art
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2083 3 0
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While I had believed that the subject had been exhausted, that the bottomless pit of the individual navel gazer had been done to death, now here arrives How To Find Yourself to show that previous literature had only scratched the surface of the belly butt
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2082 0 0
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“Stay there Alysia!” Brie said from behind as she ran toward them. The Sentinel used Alysia’s back as a step and launched herself into the air with Legacy over her head.
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2082 13 5
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“The price of everything's gone up,” I say. “But I don't have to buy you chocolate if it's costing too much.” She says nothing and bends her head again, gnarled hands slowly breaking a family-sized chocolate block into pieces.
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2082 12 10
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I hate math. I hate everything about it.
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2082 6 3
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She...learned the ways of men, especially foreign men, who eyed her mother even as they passed around pictures of their children, wallet-bound photographs that included their reluctantly smiling wives.
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2081 32 11
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Jane watched her mother remove her wedding ring with butter.
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2080 9 4
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You have been my woman’s lover now for
seven years, ever since your two souls met
at La Isla Negra.
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2080 1 1
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And here I am again.
I chew my nails. I tap my foot. I chew my nails. I sweat. I bleed. My nose bleeds. It drips. I drip. I'm dripping through my chair.
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2080 15 12
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This is the best kind of crime scene.
Spattered like gore from gunshots,
I'm left covered in trace evidence.
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2080 9 6
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Six kinds of crazy, he said. That told me everything. It told me enough.
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