1950 2 2
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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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195099
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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195021
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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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195022
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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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195055
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19501310
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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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19502618
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sooner or later you realize
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194933
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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1949144
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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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194973
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His wings were down when he got into the truck. It was a used UPS truck we’d bought from someone in Berkeley, and we painted out the letter “S,” so that it just read “UP.”
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194998
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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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19491514
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I see those shoes and the status they confer, and I know what they cost.
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194955
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Your voice is yearning,
Like a sad song on the radio,
A yarn spun to make hearts break.
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1949116
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You haven't lived until she dances just for you ..
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1948198
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You would think when a bowl hits a tree the sound would be fierce, a loud clatter as stoneware explodes on birch bark dispersing shards in daffodils and grape muscari, but the noise is gentle, a thudding clink like empty bourbon bottles rattling hollow in…
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194842
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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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194854
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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194875
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When I was fifteen and we were moving to Mississippi, my boyfriend in Canada told me I was going to live in the swamp with the alligators. I didn’t understand why my father would pick such a hick place. Rob gave me his cricket bat to hang over my bed, a
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194731
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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194742
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I know I know how many times you want me to tell you I’m sorry, okay?
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194774
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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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19473017
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It was a surprise they put me in a dormitory, not a cell,
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194763
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Cap'n Pepper tries and tries but Old Salty is never happy.
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194762
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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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194710
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I am wearing stolen socks. Not because I haven't any of my own, and not because they are an exact fit. Only because they soothe my emptiness inside.
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1946134
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--How's the wriiting business? How about that thing you' was workin' on..."Gawain's Green Nights?"
--Yeah, well, I'm kind of off the soft-core...
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1946149
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i stained his hockey sheets
right over the red wings
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1946911
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The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
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1946116
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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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194673
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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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