1942 19 15
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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1942 6 3
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Oh, also, had no idea what the whole visit to the Kingdom of the Dead was getting at. Interesting, but seems unrelated to the larger story. I'd cut it. Remember — this is a story about one man's attempt to get home. Stay focused on that.
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1942 8 0
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The trainers looked at her and smiled and they were still one creature with four legs and two heads. The old man’s left eye moved in sync with the younger one’s right eye.
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1942 6 2
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Erwin came into the kitchen through the back door and went straight to the sink to clean up. Black mud and dried blood crusted his fingertips and caked the callused whorls of his knuckles. He used the round of strong-smelling soap he kept for…
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1942 5 4
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I would be reduced to begging on the streets and hoping for a sign of her in soup lines.
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1942 27 12
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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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1942 11 4
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Everything is illuminated. If anyone is watching, we look happy.
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1942 9 6
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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1942 2 1
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Fleas were a constant reminder that humans are food.
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1942 14 11
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She'd liked the name of the tanker. The Amoco Cadiz.
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1941 2 1
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It’s late July, and I’ve just been given the assignment to cover Paganfoil’s ‘Warbird’ tour. To tell you the truth, I really loathe this assignment. I never, ever, EVER cared for hard rock or heavy metal or whatever they’re calling it this dec
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1941 5 1
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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1941 12 5
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1941 3 4
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I’m going to stop there, before the darkness sets in.
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1941 2 1
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flash read. have fun *cheers*
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1941 0 0
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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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1941 26 18
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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1941 4 4
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If Single Stroke Seven were a cocktail, it would be a Bloody Mary made of one part Worcestershire sauce, the other part gas station vodka, and ketchup and hot sauce packets swiped from fast food joints. Chill with ice crystals chiseled off freezer walls,
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1940 10 13
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pluck me from the charred grate
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1940 18 5
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1940 9 8
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My wife stood in the doorway and talked to the back of my head. “You really should talk to somebody about this,” she said.
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1940 12 10
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Some believe the Scots were encouraged to emigrate, hired guns as it were, to Ireland to civilize that population.
If that's the case, we would see it as another evil English trick. In any case, we MacGowans are Scots Irish and Protestant.
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1940 0 0
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No matter the guidance and support she received from her parents, her psychiatrist, and her friend; no matter how hard they tried to remind her of her humanity, Azure believes this chimera form is her true body now.
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1940 9 6
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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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1940 16 7
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He wears an old black tux, shiny at the elbows, and his gray hair has been styled and sprayed into a fragile tornado. On his lap sits a Chihuahua wearing a bridal outfit—veil and all.
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1940 19 8
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A discussion at the homeless colony under the expressway overpass crossing the river:
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1939 2 0
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How curious that the thought arrived first in Portuguese; perhaps, after so many years, he was finally becoming Brazilian.
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1939 12 3
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I read the ending to her and it was clear to her--clear as it could only be to a woman, to a woman you're in love with--that I had been describing her.
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1939 24 7
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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1939 14 12
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“I want to show you something pretty.”
She looked at me, chin on her chest, watery brown eyes looking up. Skin tags on her eyelids made it difficult for her to look as coquettish as she wanted. She tried to flutter what was left of her eyelashes, but syr
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