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201311
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This is the story of my friend, Gil
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201380
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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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20132116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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2013206
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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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201374
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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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20131310
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I need a different storage solution
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20131314
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I don't know if we'll meet again in the sea of light. Circumstances aren't only up to human beings. After all maybe it's all drunk circumstance, but that doesn't answer the blinding question, it only poses some more. This is…
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2012125
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The right is empty, waiting to receive the load like a catcher behind home plate.
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201250
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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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20121915
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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2012247
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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20121711
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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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201253
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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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2012198
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A discussion at the homeless colony under the expressway overpass crossing the river:
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201176
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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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201153
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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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201182
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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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2011117
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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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201033
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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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2010125
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201000
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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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20101311
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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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20101615
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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2010137
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201088
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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20101714
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When you move to the music of a woman
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201070
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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2009911
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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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20092912
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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