1967 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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196642
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Dale of the threadbare corduroy blazer and the same two plaid button-down shirts, of the unkempt beard and short-shorn hair and holed ears, the plugs overloose and then lost so that the effect was not a toughening edginess, but deformity, the same self-in
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196622
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That's when we struggle, got it? Right there on the floor. It's not the brawl of the century, and I'm not the pilot who delivers the Enola Gay.
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19663017
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It was a surprise they put me in a dormitory, not a cell,
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196621
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poon fred / loop ilo/ bussy yubb tree
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19661611
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In this episode the children in the classroom will all wear boxes over their heads and will search the room with their hands. Their hands will be hands that have been reconnected. Their hands will wear seams as sleeves and curse in red. The hands that…
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196531
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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196562
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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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196541
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Approaching the kitchen from the foyer the reverb lessened until heel and floor where flint on flint. No spark was made.
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1965117
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He was her summer fling, the first cock to crow when the sun rose over her tequila smile.
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19641617
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what smells like love may not be love at all
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196433
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19642320
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There's always a sound, something triggering the fear.
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196454
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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19641310
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I talk wands and magic and how women aren't supposed to care,
but I do, and she talks length and girth.
Her fiancé has neither,
she makes an illustration with her pinky
and says that if they don't marry within the year,
she's dumping his ass
and we
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196471
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In a few brief moments the entire sky became full of this wetness and greyed to the point of almost blackening, and it was a Sunday morning, and the man thought that thoughts were strange things, because he had a piercing epiphany that there was no God..
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196442
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When you finally got blood from the hard stick
You spotted the backflash of red
And said Thank God. The woman’s legs and arms
Were everywhere, and you were in the middle
Holding her down with one hand while wielding
A butterfly in the other. You stuc
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19632713
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This is not a story you expect to end at Cape Horn.
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1963117
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When I got out I didn't buy a new suit of clothes, step into a bar, or bargain for an hour with a whore.
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196343
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...I grew up in a provincial town which at the time had no bookstore and no library — no library even at school...
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196298
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Turns out it was you. But. You made it into the latest dumping ground in spite of their voted insults. In spite of being told you weren't even going to be around to be danced with. The loneliest girl now looks perfectly trim and trendy to all eyes.…
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196200
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At night, on these New England roads, there is no light, no pink sodium-vapor glow, no guideposts.
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19621010
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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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19621614
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Snow sheeted on the river...
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1961116
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The voices he hears are God and the Devil and he knows the difference. Therefore, he is not mentally ill.
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196122
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“You wouldn't believe it.” Peter leaned in to whisper. “Don’t let the Kodak moment with the wife and kids fool you. That guy is totally gay.”
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1961206
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The book has known many women’s hands, something erotic and frequently checked out from our local library. Its cover depicts a man and a woman, both with improbable if not impossible bodies. I believe the term is bodice-ripper.
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196162
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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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1961178
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I kiss his sunburned nose, so nice under the beach house. We hear the shower of palm leaves like wings getting ready. We talk about a time we'll no longer know each other, when he'll be sad in a bar in another state, slipping and sliding and petting lost dogs in the parking…
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19612618
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sooner or later you realize
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