1927 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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1926 10 5
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I scare my daughter when she sleeps because she thinks I'm going to kill her.
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1926 3 1
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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1926 10 10
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Bob’s thoughts drift back to bird, the solitary creature in the field, dignified, unhurried, waiting. Bob wonders where he goes; surely he will move on when spring gives way to summer.
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1925 14 4
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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1925 3 2
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1925 30 17
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It was a surprise they put me in a dormitory, not a cell,
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1925 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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1925 10 11
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the brand we like best and buy whether it's on sale or not. Surely there is another blue cheese dressing that is sold, possibly in San Francisco and made in a Berkeley basement by hippies who scrape together all of their change twice a year and buy cheese from an ancient…
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1925 0 0
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Once upon a time a queen was blessed with twin sons, which she named Nosch and Amiaivel.
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1925 8 6
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no one else comes in my back door but you
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1925 2 0
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One day they will take what remains of my eyes so someone else can use them to see beauty, someone who will value them more than I have, someone who will be strong enough to keep them pointed away from ugly things.
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1925 5 0
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Besides, that might have been the area of his birth, and if so, Jacob was now the director, priest, pallbearer, driver, and custodian of a hometown funeral
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1924 16 11
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Poor souls. Likely they'll be poets.
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1924 4 2
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Here’s the story as compiled from the scantest of clues: The writing on the back of a stall door in the restroom of a twenty-four hour restaurant under the Gowanus Expressway.
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1924 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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1924 2 1
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“Jus’ because a story told right don’t make it true,” he said. “Sometimes the story is there ain’t no story. Sometimes you look way down inside, and ain’t nuthin’ there. Can’t write no book ‘bout nuthin’. Won’t sell none. But them
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1924 5 3
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Once upon a time, my friend and I met a nanny pushing a baby carriage and reading an e-book. She wore a plaid dress, blue stockings and a white barrette. A set of wrinkles marred her tanned brow. Multitasking seemed too hard on her.
Inside the carriage
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1924 5 5
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1924 0 1
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“Charlie was right about you, Nan,” she said in a voice of pure defeat. “You are a gentle spirit. And probably too good for people like us.”
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1924 7 0
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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1924 0 0
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A group of scientists in San Francisco struggle to stay alive in the aftermath of a plague that is wiping out humanity, while Caesar tries to maintain dominance over his community of intelligent apes.(IMDB synopsis) That's the idea swimming so far as it is in…
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1924 11 6
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You haven't lived until she dances just for you ..
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1923 7 4
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She began guiding Penny’s arms, whispering movements through her body. Memory and experience sang through every fiber of their being. The song had become her life.
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1923 9 9
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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1923 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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1923 3 4
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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1923 10 1
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Do you want an ass mi Nina Bonita? I buy you jeans that work like a Miracle Bra for your behind.
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1923 6 2
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You longed to rip off her butterfly wings and watch her scream in agony. You ached to carve the steel from her eyes.
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1922 6 2
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No, she hated the vain, overweight, pathetic, glass-of-merlot-a-day, SUV piloting, Carmen-cell-phone-ring-toned, housewives and consumer sluts that charged through the store like starving hyenas through the fallen, decaying, putrid, corpses of a plague-ri
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