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Doc and I talked for several hours. When I told him Mona was pregnant, he turned his head and looked at me. “Who's the father?” he asked. Don't know, I said. Mona didn't know, either.
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'Yer a cool, cool glass of water baby....'
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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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Mama hung them everywhere. It started with just a few, in our apartment and outside on the brick. She made walls into windows.
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Erwin came into the kitchen through the back door and went straight to the sink to clean up. Black mud and dried blood crusted his fingertips and caked the callused whorls of his knuckles. He used the round of strong-smelling soap he kept for…
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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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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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Some believe the Scots were encouraged to emigrate, hired guns as it were, to Ireland to civilize that population.
If that's the case, we would see it as another evil English trick. In any case, we MacGowans are Scots Irish and Protestant.
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I need a different storage solution
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He was the kind of man that I would rather have declawed than date, and then leave him on a gurney, helpless and anaesthetized. Cliff Eames had made me feel that way since we were teenagers. He would never be helpless. …
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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There's a mirror in front of me and I thought it was so I could see myself, but I didn't want to see me.
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Danica saw her hand with the ring lifted up by Oryn. Both of their eyes locked onto the red gem and Danica understood what Oryn offered.
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Years After she can go home.
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On the table the image is by Chardin but the puzzle is by someone else and that is what he has dumped out of the box.
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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
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I hope you'll have the time to read this before your attention wanders.
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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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I rummage around to see which of our many countertop appliances might do the trick. Yogurt maker? No, I need something with more muscle.
The Cuisinart--just the thing! I pick through the detachable blades—where’s the isotope shredder?
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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“They picked me up in their spaceship about noon,” Austin Grantham says to me while pulling up an apple crate to use as a stool.
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My favorite was a red bowler, a man's hat, which I never dared wear outside my tiny bedroom. My three brothers wanted it too much to take that kind of a risk. They'd poke me with various sharp objects: the serrated edge of the bread knife, the rusted TV
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the boredom inherent in living in the suburbs
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Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'
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I screwed my courage to the sticking point and asked him if he had shot down any Japanese airplanes. He grinned at me. “One,” he said.
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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I had felt suddenly lighter and next thing I knew I was watching Leonard Tucker and Sister William from somewhere near the ceiling. I saw myself, too, at my desk, holding my songbook out in front of me like everyone else.
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