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one numberless character, an army of rants marching one by one, sand by sand, we move mountains this way…
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192833
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192854
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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192811
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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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192873
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“There are no inhibitions in here,” the postman shouted, gesturing at the dance floor with his Marlboro Light, the glowing tip aimed at a woman in a taut skirt. Leaning far forward, her hands nearly touching the plywood floor, she planted her feet and beg
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192886
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no one else comes in my back door but you
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192801
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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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1927105
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I scare my daughter when she sleeps because she thinks I'm going to kill her.
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192742
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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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192755
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192731
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You never knew How to express What you didn't know You felt With your words You picked on You taunted You destroyed Did it help To feel yourself Did it work To disparage Those who were Innocent and young Blameless For living …
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192750
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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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19261611
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Poor souls. Likely they'll be poets.
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192631
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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192621
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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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19263017
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It was a surprise they put me in a dormitory, not a cell,
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192634
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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19261010
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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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192611
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"John is going to love it when he finds out that it pees," Bobby said. Kelly laughed and dropped a towel on the floor.
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192613
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While I didn’t like to see Courtney swat smokes out of his mouth and admonish him, saying “Cigarettes. Bad. Fire. Bad,” her home was such a beautiful place, with its real wood and two TV and all...
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192620
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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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1926116
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You haven't lived until she dances just for you ..
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192574
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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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192562
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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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19252118
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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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192553
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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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1925101
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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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192562
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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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192500
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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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