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Maybe you should consider a few more things before embarking upon actual rescue, like: Is the victim hot? Not stove hot, idiot. Beauty hot. Will this be a triumph to save this person (like perhaps they are some Nobel laureate), or are you risking you
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424311
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She would occasionally grant a surgical intern sexual congress.
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42365728
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It was like the time we broke icicles dripping from the low eaves and brandished them like swords...
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42302415
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My life is life in shape alone./
The substance leaks away like blood/
removed by the embalmer’s art.
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42253626
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All carcinoma/
would be hors d’oeuvres/
for its dark appetite.
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4218299
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It was Christopher who got her thinking about the Jews again. He had left the same day they did, and so all were connected in her mind, as if together somehow. She read his letters half-wondering if he would mention them, wanting to know if the Jews were
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42111913
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Somebody pushed the automatic fuck-you button today,
not the due-to-the-volume-of-submissions-we-receive button,
nor the it-does-not-fit-our-editorial-needs button;
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42094140
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Touching one of these special stones will bring out your own unique song.
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42033531
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I am not against the darkness / I can learn to live with restraint
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41991630
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Cahill—Dr. Cahill to those who knew him in his small town in Maine—had decided that his screened porch should be relocated. Wouldn't it be better to winterize the current porch, adding a door at the far end which would lead to a new, smaller porch,…
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41933926
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"Oh, abracadabra," she muttered.
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41872524
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I see his look, his impatient look.
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41872011
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He was on his way home from school on a dank winter afternoon when the attack came from nowhere, launched like a missile across the Gaza Strip. Suddenly he lay on his back with Jonathan Love pounding him in the face.
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418451
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It was not until my twelfth birthday that I realised the face I saw in the mirror was not mine.
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418385
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For starters, someone must be dead. That’s the golden rule to remember here. And if that someone is mom, you’ve got a hit on your hands.
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41804529
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He sat on a leather couch in the nude, blew smoke rings shaped like wild animals and picked verses out of the thick air.
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41783924
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I hit the pole near Whited Avenue a year to the day.
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417073
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In my room is my младенец,
I mean my little one. She is hungry,
Sucking dry air. My молоко, that
Says milk, is not good. I can’t make.
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41662815
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When I was miranda and my mother Rose, ours was a skinless intimacy. miranda in Rose's womb, captured in an essence of love, anger, frustration, fear, the overwhelming stress of Rose's life heavy syrup that kept the bond between spirit and body weak and
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4165106
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My brother and I had often debated whether we could get our father to shave his moustache off, just to see if his sophistication remained intact without it.
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416200
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Henry noted the live hips rubbing against his and thought it cool. It was not often that parts of the female anatomy made contact with his own, still mutating, parts and so there was a brief thrill of the unknown spiking along his vertebrate, small explos
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416087
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To find myself in a straight relationship which challenges my communications skills and tries my patience while improving my status among my peers and family.
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4157169
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The first punch sent me flying into a Christmas tree. The second put me on the floor on my hands and knees, blood dripping from my nose.
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41461610
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the slow stretches across the horizon
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4146128
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you dug a hole inside my heart
and asked me if it hurt
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41395553
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You marched in step from 9 to 5, kept perfect pace, pledged allegiance to enforced mediocrity, until the day they let you go—the day you knew that you were never Buddy Holly on their plane; just another passenger, brilliant but doomed.
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41372215
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Dear End of the World. We're having a party. Stop by if you're in the neighborhood.
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413331
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I became a fool for Adrienne Parker the first moment I set eyes on her.
Whenever Parker walked into Oliveira's Cafe my breath would stop. I'd try turning away, then find my gaze locked on her face. Maybe it was her bare arms that I found so appealing
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4125105
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I hold a key to feel its pull, and follow where it leads. Once, because the moment, key, and direction felt so right, I ended up on the streets naked. A police officer threatened me with handcuffs. I laughed, mesmerized by the cuff's clink, their never-ending circles,…
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41172014
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The ethnographer turns on a recorder. The story began before but that is lost, like it never happened.
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