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I put my arms around her and whisper to her while she plays the piano. She wiggles and tells me to stop it.
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21771611
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He runs a mail-order business from a storefront and distributes a catalog of disappeared things.
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217752
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The storm grew in might until it spawned the worst kind of tornado, an F-5 or Finger of God.
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21771710
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When I squint at her from across the table I can see the waveforms created by her carrier signal.
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217763
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Danny said that you like him now. He smiled like it was the best news that he could give me, but his eyes dared me. …
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2177148
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I like the smoke going in
but I like it even more
when it's coming out
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2177128
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Two-way conversation with God.
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21762912
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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217600
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They got out wearing their crisp brown Army jackets and khaki pants; she saw the cross on the lapel of the officer's shirt and just knew. These men brought sad news from faraway places.
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21762016
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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217674
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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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217688
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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2175104
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Ma tells me not to put a tampon between my legs. For fear of cotton fornication.
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217563
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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2175199
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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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217586
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Years After she can go home.
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2173116
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Down South now means August cold snap,
the forties roaring my wool cap
off my head.
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217397
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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21731714
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When you move to the music of a woman
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217200
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Oryn woke up in her desk. Sweat trickled from her forehead. Staring at her notepad, with her latest calculation, she forgot to go home. Her thoughts of Alysia calmed for now, but still lingered from her dreams.
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217232
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This is what my summer has come to: me, out of a job, aimlessly driving around the city looking for places to write, places to read, places to occupy my time.
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217100
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See a girl like Lily sitting offstage in a wooden chair in a fourth-rate club somewhere, crying, holding on so hard to so little, and as it breaks your heart to watch; forgive me. Understand me. You can’t rescue us. We all deserve more.
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217100
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A human cop and a cyborg detective team up to solve a case. A sci-fi-pulp-noir-detective story.
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21711716
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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217100
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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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He stays a couple of yards behind me as we slog uphill. I try to diffuse the tension with a coy toss of head, slip on wet leaves. My ankle rolls and I splat noisily down. From my new angle his beard looks less stylish—bristles straggle all up his neck. He maintains…
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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217065
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We didn't wear shoes in the summer, except for Sunday school and church. The soles of our feet were black and tough as shoe leather.
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“Your brain, your brain tries to make sense of things like this, specially life-threatening weird shit, so in my mind the grass was on fire and driving out swarms of invisible bees that were stinging us to death. Invisible killer bees. You don’t shoot be
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