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a mid-life crisis in 55 words
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215784
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... we both know how we go to fresh air like fish, gasping.
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215799
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I don't think dogs like to die with the pack.
The smell of them rotting brings trouble in the wild,
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215642
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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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215564
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I put my arms around her and whisper to her while she plays the piano. She wiggles and tells me to stop it.
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21551911
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No snippet to see, here. The piece is so short a snippet would be the whole thing.
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21542216
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My mother used to say she'll be just like you and you‘ll deserve it. I was a Punk Rocker. A rebel. Emily worries about things like grades and sports. She's on the soccer team. I got stoned under the bleachers. Emily, is a good kid. …
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215401
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The everlasting shone through when skirting the tenuous threshold of the two worlds.
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215400
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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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There's always a sound, something triggering the fear.
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2154206
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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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2154169
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Sometimes you can't sleep.
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215485
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I could love them all, your people, /
Learn their differences, speak their tongues, /
When there is no one there to hold you /
But me, my arms would be wide enough /
To hold armies of your need. Do not forget.
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215322
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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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21532410
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One sunny morning, a big-bellied ball of yellow fur surveyed a yard full of prospective adopters and ran straight to one.
She’d been chosen.
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As long as he could still take the stairs, he would go down there to be with the memories that each piece held. He knew that their time was about up, because his was too. His wife had already gone, and even before that she had long stopped using the washe
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. . . hands before your face, heart without blood . . .
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Danny said that you like him now. He smiled like it was the best news that he could give me, but his eyes dared me. …
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On the other side of the world the Moon spun on its way.
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215362
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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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215386
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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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215244
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Eventually, all the windows on the street went dark, each small house cloaking its occupants in a world unto itself, soundproofed and emotionally remote.
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215254
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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215243
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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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Most nights while in his sleep, with his one good eye deeply shut, the old man can hear the whispers of the specter in the remote wanderings, holding the surrounding woodlands in its snare. The sound of it closing in, with the bones of the universe crushing in…
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215222
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There are worse things than getting your ass kicked by a 12 year old Puerto Rican kid. This was exactly my thinking as he stood over me, his pre-pubescent screams sounding like a baby Bruce Lee, preparing to finish me off.
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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215122
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Sloe Gin Fizz is pink
Bombay Gin comes in blue
I’m sitting here at Emerald’s
And all I can think of is –
you.
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215122
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Why is the ghost of John Lennon haunting a house in rural Oregon?
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