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He was the kind of man that I would rather have declawed than date, and then leave him on a gurney, helpless and anaesthetized. Cliff Eames had made me feel that way since we were teenagers. He would never be helpless. …
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215996
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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215800
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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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215831
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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A lowing cow cracked open the darkened room like the yawn of a gravid alien.
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Azure became silent. She never thought of her death before, nor thought about actually fighting creatures and saving people’s lives.
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Later that night, he lay his shivering children in his own bed, the bed that betrayed and abandoned him just a few years ago. It will protect them now.
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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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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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I hope you'll have the time to read this before your attention wanders.
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21571714
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When you move to the music of a woman
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215600
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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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2156148
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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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strumming on the pipe/blowing on the lute's body/drumming on the horn.
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215633
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"Dad, I already told you about your wife. She’s not coming."
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215600
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Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'
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once wedding cake
under pillows.
now fluffy frosting
on squashed defeat
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215554
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Jacabo gave the boy a can of beer with oxycontin and rat poison in it. He instructed the boy to drink and talk. Jacabo did this, fully aware that making ghosts was a costly enterprise.
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215575
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When detox-man drives away, the windows down, the radio playing on the classic rock station (The Eagles), he thinks about moving out of town.
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215510
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Danica saw her hand with the ring lifted up by Oryn. Both of their eyes locked onto the red gem and Danica understood what Oryn offered.
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215564
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Riding in a pick-up-truck,
the radio wailing
some 'love em and leave em" country song,
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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215421
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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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215400
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But there, up the street, just coming into the corner of the window, someone was in the middle of the road. Walking literally down the middle, dragging one leg like it was heavy or broken, carving a fat line next to the skinny one the good one made.
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215400
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The corpse lay silently in his open casket. Dressed in the finest silken suit. Italian. Rubber skin pulled over his bones. Arms folded in eternal prayer.
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215496
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The phone owner pre-writes his or her dying words! The app stores them and releases them at the moment of his death!
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. . . the greater length of the so-called “Montebaldi Corridor” can still be walked without the least exposure to direct sunlight as long as the traveler is not active from 9 am to 3 pm local time.
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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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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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