2120 20 6
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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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212042
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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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2120128
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Two-way conversation with God.
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21202011
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...he thought often of the rollicking waves, of being pulled under, of being weightless and senseless...
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21192018
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211900
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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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211985
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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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211954
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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211955
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21191613
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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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211999
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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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21181611
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He runs a mail-order business from a storefront and distributes a catalog of disappeared things.
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2117116
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Down South now means August cold snap,
the forties roaring my wool cap
off my head.
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211701
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“I heard your dad took out the Dairy Queen drive-thru,” said Pat.
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211795
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so for penance, the priest gave me the full twelve Stations of the Cross
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211755
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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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211631
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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211610
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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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211673
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Everyone runs to the plane but me. I get the last seat (middle of 5), crush men’s bags on my way. I’m white & female. They glare.
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211580
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The trainers looked at her and smiled and they were still one creature with four legs and two heads. The old man’s left eye moved in sync with the younger one’s right eye.
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21151911
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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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2115123
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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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211596
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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211561
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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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211521
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...I told Uncle Lou I thought it (trans-gendering) looked like a thoughtful way of occupying the world. It was a personal triumph, for some individuals, over the destructive affects of denial. Besides, it hurt no one, and it didn’t destroy property. I alw
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211511
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True love may last forever, but the most I've ever gotten out of a lab assistant is two years, five months, three weeks, twelve days, and fifteen hours. And he was the exception.
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211433
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salmon
maple syrup
horseradish
smoke detector
the list read, scrawled in purple marker on the refrigerator door.
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211462
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It’ll die in there and the stairwell’ll stink for weeks, Greg says in the car. We’re quiet, considering that.
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21141210
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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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21141712
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Conceptio culpa
Nasci pena
Labor vita
Necesse mori
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