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Describe how like or unlike a vagina a peach pit is, using no anatomical words.
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Even in the brief flickers where your eyes and nose are visible you look gelatinous. Like a forgotten traveler suctioned to the side of an immersion tank. Am I sick because this bizarre spectacle is irresistible to me?
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"Absolutely. I get better at it all the time." he confidently replies. He reminds me that it was all her idea. They were online friends when she suggested it. "She loves it." he tells me again, but I think of her sad eyes as she walked upstairs to tend to
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Alysia slowed down for a moment. She clutched her head again. She looked up and found herself at a playground. There was a familiarity in the air.
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2036103
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Through the window, I see the police. Lots of them, trampling down the blackberry brambles. Something reeks.
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203600
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Ralph Simpson looked as though he wouldn't last through the weekend. His skin, yellowing from the cirrhosis, covered his hands tightly enough so that the veins looked like they would burst from the pressure.
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203611
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Who knows how long I have been crouched here, tied down by kelp and thin vines, trading laments with animals? They all look terrified.
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203500
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With Sora looking, they realized they caught her attention, but Ciel just turned away. Azure wanted to talk to her and let a few things off her chest. She figured they both could settle this through talking and move forward from there
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Mama's good at finding things, but hardly ever what she's looking for.
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Just like that. He heard her words clearly from the top floor of the five story apartment building. The unexpected change in weather made it mandatory for him to open his window.
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Suddenly there was a crash of thunder, and they raised their eyes for the first time heavenwards. That was the beginning of what we call civilisation. - adapted from Prolegomena to Work in Progress — Stuart GilbertIt's the third year of the third millenium,…
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Emi was cheerful and nice towards her classmates. It was like she saw a different person last night. Emi’s pupil-less red eyes frightened her, and the spell that she cast on her, that bump on the head still lingered.
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If there was a God he was deaf in both ears, blind in both eyes and dumb.
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We are not alone, not as alone as we think.
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Can you see me dying? 'Not quite',
Said Mummy, 'because it happens
Very slowly all the time.
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20331210
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Breasts don't make you a woman, but no one told me that.
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I carried him home, all blood and brains, and set him in the ground. Is that love, George?
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203274
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Katie loved butterflies. Katie loved daisies. Mainly, Katie loved presents.
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Drop out of school. Buy a journal and keep a list of excuses. Run wind sprints and lay off the beer. Use teeth whitener.
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He had no idea about the first three cards - what he would call the flop - which looked dubious and full of danger.
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203251
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Snow was falling. People passed by the window and wore large coats. Inside, Alex stood in front of the window and watched.
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On the Shore, Tel Aviv, Winter 1974
From the Songs of Crazy Dolores
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“People are staring at us,” Cat said softly into Marcel’s ear.
“We look like an interesting couple,” Marcel replied. “Of course people want to look at us.”
Cat nibbled on that thought for a while.
New York City is the kind of place where people ra
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You generated coal light from your gait as easily as the new sun crawls through a sleepy forest, without worry over hot spillage, or who might be horribly blinded or grossly revealed or given visions in that rare moment of wet earth and…
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She stepped out of her panties. She spread her arms wide. "Take me!" she sang.
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1 Michael Martone is Michael Martone.
1.1 Michael Martone begins, middles, and ends Michael Martone.
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While Erik rubs my back, I fall asleep. I'm not lying on my bed in Florida - I'm face down on the pavement outside Brooklyn Pharmacy. And it's not Erik's hand smoothing oil of cassis into my skin, but that Officer Green's meaty one gripping me . . .
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I try to envision long-haired men riding horses across a vast expanse, their faces blank as those of my students.
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I pasted a sample paragraph of my writing on the website 'Who do you write like?'.
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He rounds his back to stretch again, circles his arms like a ballerina, settles into the couch cushion behind him. “We made plans. Real plans. New York City. Live like bohemians. Fuck like chinchillas.”
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