1615 9 6
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We married in the ruins of a pachinko hall, the tiny bones in the pocket of your tracksuit luring a pack of wild dogs out from the underpass.
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1615 3 1
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Over fifty plastic flamingos stood silently at attention... as if eating sea urchins out of our lawn.
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1615 10 0
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Somewhere there are fires burning in oil barrels, ragged homeless men warming torn-mittened hands―one day I'll be with them.
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1614 15 10
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There was gonna be a rumble in our schoolyard. An outright brawl. It was gonna be just like Blackboard Jungle. Only real. Not some movie at the Duwamish Drive-In. Every boy in my school, it seemed like, was lined up outside except me. All the third and fourth graders…
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1614 27 19
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On the bus I sat like an ounce.
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1614 18 16
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We die in order to get some rest
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1614 7 5
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Came to admire Kiyoko Matsumoto. Japanese. Aged 19. Lesbian. 1933. Jumped into a volcano.
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1614 1 0
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Vito suddenly found himself wide awake. He was unable to recall having fallen asleep or dreaming or awakening. It seemed he'd just entered bed, yet a glance at the windows told him it was already the middle of the night.
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1614 6 4
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"...I wonder if it held magical powers..."
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1614 10 4
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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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1614 1 1
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When Kim handed me some of her husband’s condoms—“Here, use these”—out of one of their bedroom dresser drawers, could she sense the astonishment I was trying my best not to show?
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1614 13 5
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Dad woke us up and said it was time to go.
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1613 6 6
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Everyday the buildings seem to be getting taller and taller.
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1613 23 15
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It's as if there are little men inside her head, wielding hammers.
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1613 1 1
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{Chapter iv of Undermind} "What do you think of the light in our city at night?" It spreads out in every direction, following the hills and valleys of the city, visible into the far distance from the Penthouse party room on the 44th floor. "Gorgeous!…
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1613 12 4
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It's a lie, it doesnt mean anything this, only that my lips are ripe and soft.
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1612 1 2
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“Choices overwhelmed us,” Thomas continued, years later, “like waves crashing.”
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1612 27 13
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This is not a story you expect to end at Cape Horn.
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1612 5 5
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1612 17 3
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My swinging purse sent saucers tinkling to the tile and the copper-headed waitress flew over, swooping on the shatter, clutching clean forks like a handful of flowers.
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1612 2 3
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My father's hands were huge. His left knuckles gashed as a kid when he rode his bike too close to a moving train. When his fingers fisted around a glass, the scarred joints bulged from his grip like blind eyes.
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1611 13 11
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Know what you’ll become? You’ll become one of those guys who masturbates in any single occupancy restroom that locks.
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1611 7 7
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Tsunamis are quiet at first:
not one big wave but many
small injustices, so chaotic
all the pressing all the weight
of the noise, like a stone
holding you under.
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1611 13 13
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Go ahead, boy, pout like a fool.
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1611 16 13
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The boy giggled, splashing his father and howling at the cold.
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1611 24 7
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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1611 4 1
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Steam rolls out of the bathroom as Mr. Larson opens the door with a white towel around his waist. Pepper strolls up to him and purrs as she rubs her long, gray tail against his tanned legs."Hey, girl.” He runs his coarse, scarred fingers through the cat's soft coat.…
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1610 6 6
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The book mind, just like its namesake the book, is capable of movement only after its assembly: otherwise, it boasts no moving parts.
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1610 10 5
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In my choppings, I come across a tiny carrot amidst the baby carrots. The runt if you will.
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1610 5 6
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Being a grandparent is most joyous when deliberately subversive.
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