2073 0 0
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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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2073 25 14
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Did we get Jihadi John?/
And the highway to Mosul?//
What’s the score?
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2073 6 3
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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2073 15 7
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the boredom inherent in living in the suburbs
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2072 30 13
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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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2072 26 12
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In her belief that Juni is lucky, Jade eases the horrors our mother suffers at night, not because Juni is stuck in a physical passion, but because the whole family and whole groups of strangers know what Juni is doing for sex.
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2072 9 9
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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2072 5 0
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Besides, that might have been the area of his birth, and if so, Jacob was now the director, priest, pallbearer, driver, and custodian of a hometown funeral
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2072 8 3
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When you last produced writing on a manual typewriter, was it before or after your first sexual experience, or maybe during? Manual or otherwise. Which do you recall with more enthusiasm...
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2071 7 4
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She began guiding Penny’s arms, whispering movements through her body. Memory and experience sang through every fiber of their being. The song had become her life.
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2071 23 15
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proving little more/
than the player’s keyboard dexterity.
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2071 19 9
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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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2070 9 6
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Got me a 50 pound bat ray.
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2070 9 5
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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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2070 12 5
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2070 5 3
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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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2070 16 15
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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2070 13 7
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2070 1 1
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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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2070 2 2
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Most nights while in his sleep, with his one good eye deeply shut, the old man can hear the whispers of the specter in the remote wanderings, holding the surrounding woodlands in its snare. The sound of it closing in, with the bones of the universe crushing in…
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2069 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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2069 7 4
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Suddenly the auditory havoc dies down and she falls into a loop, saying BANANA CREME PIES FOR SIXTY PERCENTS over and over.
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2069 24 7
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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2069 8 5
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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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2069 1 1
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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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2069 8 6
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in her monestary mission, with her rosary and candles, time holds me here
my feet got the travelin' blues but my hands tie old women's bones to my hair
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2069 15 6
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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2068 5 4
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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2068 19 18
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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2068 7 3
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My favorite was a red bowler, a man's hat, which I never dared wear outside my tiny bedroom. My three brothers wanted it too much to take that kind of a risk. They'd poke me with various sharp objects: the serrated edge of the bread knife, the rusted TV
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