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You should be calling 911
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20921918
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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209222
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one numberless character, an army of rants marching one by one, sand by sand, we move mountains this way…
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20922116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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209200
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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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209296
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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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209100
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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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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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209041
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I'm delighted to report that I've come up with my own school of thought. It's called, "Dress Like a Cat Until You Get What You Want."
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209067
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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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209092
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You never thought you were capable of rape.
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209099
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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2090185
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209032
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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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209064
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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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209010
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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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208975
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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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208921
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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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208996
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Got me a 50 pound bat ray.
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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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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20891711
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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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The waters rose / on the earth
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208953
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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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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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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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208700
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Soft voices in private, in the street,
city noise violence disappears
she blinks her eyelids
and I can hear the lashes
intertwine and pull clear.
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You'll be gone. I'll be gone. I'd hate to think how it was all for nothing, that all we did was stumble into a pretty big hole of our own making. The best place for a broken heart after all is in your own sweet chest. No one else…
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After the show they talked at the famous comedian, reaching the way they do, with their arms. Their arms are curved a good way, a better way than the older white planes of my own.
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