2011 7 3
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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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20102018
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201050
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Please direct your attention to the flight attendants as they demonstrate the safety features of this aircraft.
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201011
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This is the story of my friend, Gil
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20102116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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20101711
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She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
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20101310
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I need a different storage solution
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2009125
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The right is empty, waiting to receive the load like a catcher behind home plate.
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2009247
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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2009125
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2009137
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200842
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Here’s the story as compiled from the scantest of clues: The writing on the back of a stall door in the restroom of a twenty-four hour restaurant under the Gowanus Expressway.
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20081915
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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2008206
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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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200882
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Jerry tries to be funny saying, I think Charlie Brown should kick Lucy in the head when she pulls the ball away; either that or they start making out. Ewww, but they're both eight years old, Sandra says biting her lip, tying off her smile. Jerry won't focus on her…
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200888
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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2008117
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He was her summer fling, the first cock to crow when the sun rose over her tequila smile.
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200896
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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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200870
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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200733
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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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20072912
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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200722
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one numberless character, an army of rants marching one by one, sand by sand, we move mountains this way…
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20071311
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He had her pinned to the back seat, expressing his love. Do you love me? she whispered in his ear. Do you, do you, Jimmy Dale, do you love me? His only response…
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200776
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His toenails were so long they curled under and into the black leathery pads of his feet. They lightly clacked on our linoleum, tap shoes made of thick petrified roots. He didn't seem to mind.
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20071615
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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2007145
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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200774
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When they called him down there to the morgue to identify the body, he drove behind the wheel of his truck like some steady maniac on a long haul. The Ford 150 cried out for new shocks, but that hardly mattered. Mud plastered side panels and…
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200753
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She wants her mother back and all I can give her is this—over and over. She doesn't want my mouth, wants no kissing anywhere even. Just this. Like this—quiet and rough. Quiet because her stepfather is napping in the bedroom next to…
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200700
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He said he'd searched in vain for his wife, Mary, before abandoning hope and the ship in one of the last row boats. He was allowed in because of his experience fishing.
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2007198
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A discussion at the homeless colony under the expressway overpass crossing the river:
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