2016 5 0
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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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2016247
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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2016125
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201676
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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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201666
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Driving up to the Palisades after 9/11 for a meteor shower
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2015125
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The right is empty, waiting to receive the load like a catcher behind home plate.
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20152912
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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201574
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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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2015108
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hooves moon dark latch eyes rope / Bess the landlord's daughter, the landlord's blackeyed daughter / gun breasts dress shame shouts blood blood blood
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20151310
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I need a different storage solution
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201401
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Jimmy Gollihue awoke to the howling of a bloodhound, a long voice from up the mountain, and the baying of the dog pulled a keening lament from his dream of the highway.
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201411
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This is the story of my friend, Gil
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201480
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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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20142116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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20141311
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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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201482
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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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201420
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She spilled her neurons across the dissecting board of the violin, breathed deep and forced herself outward with every exhalation. Her molecules mixed with wax and horsehair, and her heart valves arched in unison.
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201488
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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201473
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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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20131915
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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201300
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Face it girls, you want to claw my eyes out, don’t you? Or whack me across my 36 DD’s with a golf club, am I right? Well don’t blame me if I’m young, gorgeous, full-breasted and obviously the cat’s meow.
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201300
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Azure walked through the fog as though she were walking to class. Her hands swayed through the mist and felt the thickness of the cloud through her fingers
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20131711
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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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201353
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Once upon a time, my friend and I met a nanny pushing a baby carriage and reading an e-book. She wore a plaid dress, blue stockings and a white barrette. A set of wrinkles marred her tanned brow. Multitasking seemed too hard on her.
Inside the carriage
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2013156
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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201353
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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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2013198
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A discussion at the homeless colony under the expressway overpass crossing the river:
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20121615
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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201270
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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2011911
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The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
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