2090 13 7
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2090 2 1
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poon fred / loop ilo/ bussy yubb tree
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2089 1 0
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It's dawn. It's quiet on the pond in the Public Garden. The light is calm, the pollution is mild, and everything is still,except for the occasional cruising taxi. It's the beginning of spring-- tulips out, leaves…
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2089 0 0
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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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2089 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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2089 21 16
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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2089 13 11
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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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2089 6 4
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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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2089 2 1
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... red lipstick shiny in the bar's light, raven-colored hair spiky and toussled. Jen opened her mouth to say something, stickiness of her cherry Chapstick separating with her lips ... and the girl leaned in and started kissing her.
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2088 7 5
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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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2088 9 6
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Got me a 50 pound bat ray.
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2088 6 7
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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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2088 17 16
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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2088 5 3
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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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2087 4 1
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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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2087 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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2087 17 11
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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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2087 18 5
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2087 10 5
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The waters rose / on the earth
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2087 3 2
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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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2086 14 4
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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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2086 9 2
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You never thought you were capable of rape.
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2086 8 2
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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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2086 0 0
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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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2086 1 0
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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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2085 16 5
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Her eyes stared wide with panic, her teeth chattered intermittently with impressive intensity, and with her ineffectual stabs at the air she completed the portrait of distracted mania.
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2085 0 0
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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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2085 15 8
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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2085 15 3
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He stopped the shower and recounted his life, now Kin-less and plain.
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2085 0 0
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You would never see me the same again. You'd always be peaking at me from behind your mother's apron.
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