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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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214200
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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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214296
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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He wasn’t there for the beginning or the end. In the beginning, he was still a wild thing. Nothing more than a voice in the chorus of the Dark Continent, back when it was a thing of terrible beauty and attracted people like the old man; people who breathe
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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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the boredom inherent in living in the suburbs
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once wedding cake
under pillows.
now fluffy frosting
on squashed defeat
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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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214011
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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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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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pluck me from the charred grate
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213954
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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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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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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When I squint at her from across the table I can see the waveforms created by her carrier signal.
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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 know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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Everyone runs to the plane but me. I get the last seat (middle of 5), crush men’s bags on my way. I’m white & female. They glare.
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21382015
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over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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She was a beautiful woman. I don't argue with that. I welcome it.
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I hope you'll have the time to read this before your attention wanders.
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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 need a different storage solution
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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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213711
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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 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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He kind of enjoyed living by himself. It was nice and peaceful.
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