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When I glance at the bedside clock I realize that we have been making love in one way or another for nearly three hours now. I am filled with a certain secret smugness that I am still going strong. It has been a long time since I’ve done anything quite li
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213043
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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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213010
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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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I sink until water saturates my lashes, waiting, breathless, for the words to stop.
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In my innocence and young mind, I thought that kiss would mean that someday we would get married
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....sees the beginning of a new day through the closed shutters, hears the guard washing up at the sink, feels the beginning of a cry in his throat.
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212954
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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2129128
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Two-way conversation with God.
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Later that night, he lay his shivering children in his own bed, the bed that betrayed and abandoned him just a few years ago. It will protect them now.
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212831
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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2128108
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"good luck, and be assured acceptance for representation or publication is based on different criteria at different agencies and we are sure you will yet find someone mentally deficient enough to give your book a shot."
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no one likes a bitchy cowboyhike up yer britchespull yer brim down'nshut up and ridestop making petsout of peevesand idolsout of gossipinsteadmake a hobbyout of yer horseand fer godsakesseason that saddle
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21282011
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...he thought often of the rollicking waves, of being pulled under, of being weightless and senseless...
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21271617
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what smells like love may not be love at all
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Alysia stopped for a moment. She knew what she was going to say, but held back her words and thoughts. Chisame took advantage of her hesitance.
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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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I ask for your patience with this form message, as it is part of a system that ensures
every submissive ex lover is considered separately, since I am involved in a lot of anonymous sex.
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Why is the ghost of John Lennon haunting a house in rural Oregon?
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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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The storm grew in might until it spawned the worst kind of tornado, an F-5 or Finger of God.
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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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To my right, blank stares interchange with closed eyelids on an unkempt face. The minutes drip into the endless sea of night outside the window, each time creating a deeper blackness.
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The coffins pile up gnawing dust on the glass panes to the rims of my binoculars. Shadowy cracks of stifling proportions, gliding over my eyes a requiem of mahogany. At dawn they heave between the workers’ hands, leave their resting places for a green tra
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“There’s cheap land at Cudlee Creek perfect for breeding long-haired rabbits,” he added. “They can’t jump high so fencing costs are low.”
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Only strong personalities can endure such size, the weak ones are extinguished by it.
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His middle name was Perceval. He judged the first Miss America contest in 1922. He saw himself primarily as a storyteller in the Dickensian mode.He claimed to be an illustrator rather than an artist. He disliked driving but loved to walk, and preferred…
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once wedding cake
under pillows.
now fluffy frosting
on squashed defeat
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2125105
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I scare my daughter when she sleeps because she thinks I'm going to kill her.
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21251611
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He runs a mail-order business from a storefront and distributes a catalog of disappeared things.
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21251911
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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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