2002 21 15
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“Last night the Scots invaded Sweden,” I wrote, “to retrieve the silver filched from the Irish the Norwegians had in their coffers when Sweden conquered. The Swedes offered the Nobel to a Scots writer to keep ... the peace."
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20011611
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He runs a mail-order business from a storefront and distributes a catalog of disappeared things.
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200100
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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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20012015
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over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
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2001204
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In the hotel lobby, the gold light and warmth and flower arrangements were all lies, but they reminded us of spring. We imagined happiness. We checked in.
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200142
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1.) Please discuss any real-life problems you may have encountered having to do with the concept of “the look” or “the male gaze” as propounded in some of the feminist criticism readings we've done thus far this semester.
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200193
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200100
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You would never see me the same again. You'd always be peaking at me from behind your mother's apron.
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200063
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At night, instead of sleep, there were new and secret pleasures. Half-awake lessons in dexterity, in the limber material of human life.
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200073
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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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20002410
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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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200021
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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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1999149
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i stained his hockey sheets
right over the red wings
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199922
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His birthday buddy was like a wife to him: they were born a day apart.
This was coordinated, he believe, in the womb. Well, to be more accurate, wombs. She was due two weeks earlier but waited; he two weeks later but cut his womb-time (as the kids call i
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19991617
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what smells like love may not be love at all
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199930
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I was crouched under a bruise-purple sky on a field of battle. I held a World War I-era weapon, an ancient black-iron spear with a spring, and I was told to load balloons onto it without popping them, and then I was to fire the balloons at some unnamed ta
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19992320
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There's always a sound, something triggering the fear.
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199900
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I, personally, just had no interest in having some pimply-faced moron stick his tongue down my throat.
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199910
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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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19991614
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Snow sheeted on the river...
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199899
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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199866
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Everyday the buildings seem to be getting taller and taller.
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19971911
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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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199766
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Driving up to the Palisades after 9/11 for a meteor shower
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199773
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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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1997148
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once she went to quenchthen she went to scrubnow she collects dead toadsgrinds them with cornmeal to feed her sowsonce she ploughed the land toiled with her face deep in dark soil her back burning in hot sunnow she works in the paper millmaking laminated labels for the…
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19972012
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I drove to you in April / and you loved me all through Illinois
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199750
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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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199799
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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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1996123
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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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