2055 6 3
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At night, instead of sleep, there were new and secret pleasures. Half-awake lessons in dexterity, in the limber material of human life.
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205567
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“Too perfect.” my therapist intervenes in assurance, “You did enough, really. More than anyone else would.” I know the subtext is that I possibly did more than I should. My appointment is coincidentally later that day, after his goodbye letter arrives in
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205500
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Face it girls, you want to claw my eyes out, don’t you? Or whack me across my 36 DD’s with a golf club, am I right? Well don’t blame me if I’m young, gorgeous, full-breasted and obviously the cat’s meow.
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2055145
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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205573
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Like all professors, I'm required to maintain office hours to help my students so I'm at my desk every fourth Tuesday of months without an "r" in them from 10:30 to 11:00 p.m.
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20551211
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The other day I’m in the backyard with one of my kids, doing what he’s calling a training exercise, which is basically the two of us with flashlights, shinning the beams over the grass and up into the night to see what we can see.
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20551716
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Ed wants to watch the last half of the football game. His wife wants him to mow the lawn.
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205453
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Somehow I always had to sit behind him. I remember because he had a constellation of skin tags on his neck. I thought about drawing stars on him; I thought about creating a new galaxy I would rule. I should have been learning math instead. I still can’t
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205451
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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20541716
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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205496
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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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205432
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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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205354
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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205397
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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205300
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I'm in awe of her frankness, how she takes my breath away, how I wish to rush off with her to a splendid hideaway where only the two of us touch the grape-stained mountains and the cerulean sea, wild blades of grass quivering with the breeze. Sometimes th
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205280
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What can I say about my brother, Stroman. We are twins and we hate each other. He is an honest, brave man with scruples. He is full of bullshit. He thinks I am morally twisted. He probably has a point there, but I don’t see what that has got to do with
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205284
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It calmed the guilt in my heart while kids reveled, laughed, and "made time" with the neighborhood girls on that final night of freedom.
No one would talk to those girls again.
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205200
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He heard her crying out behind the curtain that had been drawn around the bed. Each cry was more strained than the last. She complained about the burning, called the nurses "putane" and threatened to rip out the device they'd inserted into her. He sat t
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205296
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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205210
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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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205110
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For Hector it was animals. Rats, dogs, fish, and quite often horses – sometimes even lions. But for Achilles, it was always dead bodies.
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205100
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Casting nets like Jesus to a metaphor sea
Admittedly as weak as me
But I need the hike,
Like we still like Ike
To tell us about the Military Industrial Complex
Though he never told us what came next
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205163
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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20511514
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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2051117
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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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205170
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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20511411
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She'd liked the name of the tanker. The Amoco Cadiz.
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205001
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meanings figure into traffic streams reds fade, trickle down the long ‘V' another passing human ear; tall, tall buildings paper poised on horizon. situations gape in and out of seconds corners turn to disappearance, witness follows fingers…
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205052
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Having a single blurb on your book cover is like having a single friend in grade school. So I lied.
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Sometimes, they beat their masters home...
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