1963 11 6
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Down South now means August cold snap,
the forties roaring my wool cap
off my head.
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1963 0 1
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#1 MISCELLANEOUS NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
What kind of person would the author’s daughter, Gracie, become? That things didn’t look bright for her future was an understatement: Mother: alcoholic, dead at age 25 from puking her brains out; Father: m
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1963 5 5
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It seems the people of this house were a happy family – The smiling faces, the children’s enthusiasm tells me as much. I wonder what happened to them.
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1963 30 20
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Toting a sawed-off shotgun at the altar
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1962 9 6
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Got me a 50 pound bat ray.
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1962 9 6
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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1962 24 16
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I stared out the window, the fog creeped up the Avenues like a spectator.
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1962 13 13
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Go ahead, boy, pout like a fool.
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1962 6 2
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her heart just nodded knowingly
....yes, dear
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1961 0 1
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“I heard your dad took out the Dairy Queen drive-thru,” said Pat.
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1961 4 1
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“There’s cheap land at Cudlee Creek perfect for breeding long-haired rabbits,” he added. “They can’t jump high so fencing costs are low.”
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1960 10 8
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I am not a gun, but I think I may have pulled a plastic movie trigger in some kind of real world action before, accelerated, pivotal scene, one way or another before, this new frame came into its paranoid view .You see? I am not a plastic water bottle,but I…
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1960 0 0
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They got out wearing their crisp brown Army jackets and khaki pants; she saw the cross on the lapel of the officer's shirt and just knew. These men brought sad news from faraway places.
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1960 21 18
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There can be no convergence./
There is only the talking that talks about/
an angle of sight nothing else can share.
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1960 6 1
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At some point, Spiro thinks, everyone must look like a sniper.
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1960 9 3
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1960 0 0
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You would never see me the same again. You'd always be peaking at me from behind your mother's apron.
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1959 7 4
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Suddenly the auditory havoc dies down and she falls into a loop, saying BANANA CREME PIES FOR SIXTY PERCENTS over and over.
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1959 16 13
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no one likes a bitchy cowboyhike up yer britchespull yer brim down'nshut up and ridestop making petsout of peevesand idolsout of gossipinsteadmake a hobbyout of yer horseand fer godsakesseason that saddle
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1959 19 14
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I'm sitting here listening to Nebraska and it's / breaking my heart
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1959 1 1
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The U.S. blasted into Iraq like gangbangers, baby! All that Shock and Awe shit... Zeep, excitement rekindled within him, hired three chippies, Foxy, Loxy, and Roxy, and partied! He managed between…
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1959 2 1
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... red lipstick shiny in the bar's light, raven-colored hair spiky and toussled. Jen opened her mouth to say something, stickiness of her cherry Chapstick separating with her lips ... and the girl leaned in and started kissing her.
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1958 1 1
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May as well have lived two lives, he thinks: one before memory and one after. And how can you remember someone else's life? You can't. After forty years of living, he realizes that there's no way of knowing what his own eyes have witnessed.
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1958 1 1
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A 1960’s of walking sugar beet fields to remove the rogue bolters by hand and on other days painting the ironwork of cattle sheds with red oxide. Then a 1970’s when the self-inking explosion of tattoos on his hands and then his body began.
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1958 7 3
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Everyone runs to the plane but me. I get the last seat (middle of 5), crush men’s bags on my way. I’m white & female. They glare.
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1958 8 6
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Len and I sit on Harpo's porch, drink beer and gab. It's hot, even for July. Len and I joke and laugh, and Harpo stares off into the middle distance.
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1958 8 6
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no one else comes in my back door but you
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1957 16 11
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He runs a mail-order business from a storefront and distributes a catalog of disappeared things.
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1957 10 7
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People do want to be kind. It's just that sometimes they need a little push (or, in a few cases, a big fat shove) in the right direction.
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1957 5 3
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She wants her mother back and all I can give her is this—over and over. She doesn't want my mouth, wants no kissing anywhere even. Just this. Like this—quiet and rough. Quiet because her stepfather is napping in the bedroom next to…
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