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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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215211
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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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2152128
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She was a beautiful woman. I don't argue with that. I welcome it.
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215263
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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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215288
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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215296
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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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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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pluck me from the charred grate
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the boredom inherent in living in the suburbs
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It broke through the surface of the suburban world and shattered it into pieces, fragments of dreams and amazement. She was not the same as she had been a moment before. It was an epiphany she couldn't put her finger on.
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It's dawn. It's quiet on the pond in the Public Garden. The light is calm, the pollution is mild, and everything is still,except for the occasional cruising taxi. It's the beginning of spring-- tulips out, leaves…
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215054
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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215058
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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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215096
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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215011
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A 1960’s of walking sugar beet fields to remove the rogue bolters by hand and on other days painting the ironwork of cattle sheds with red oxide. Then a 1970’s when the self-inking explosion of tattoos on his hands and then his body began.
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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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214900
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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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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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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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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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214811
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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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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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I found my black dot nucleus. School got me in the 10th year with the numbers spilling outta my head, but now I got the cell on my mind. Everybody's floating around this joint all pink and green college clean, yellow face Japanese, or the jet-headed Greeks with their…
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21472016
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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I need a different storage solution
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once wedding cake
under pillows.
now fluffy frosting
on squashed defeat
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2146144
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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214687
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Megan beat up on herself later over the unsaid.
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214684
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It calmed the guilt in my heart while kids reveled, laughed, and "made time" with the neighborhood girls on that final night of freedom.
No one would talk to those girls again.
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I hope you'll have the time to read this before your attention wanders.
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