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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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206821
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“Hear that?” asks my wife Amy. Books in hand, we relax on our flagstone patio. A shaft of late-day sun borrows through the maples' leafy canopy and deposits a dazzling, sunlit pool on Amy's lap. …
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206863
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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206882
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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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206811
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I rummage around to see which of our many countertop appliances might do the trick. Yogurt maker? No, I need something with more muscle.
The Cuisinart--just the thing! I pick through the detachable blades—where’s the isotope shredder?
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206800
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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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20682618
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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20681716
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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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206710
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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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206775
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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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20672116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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2067145
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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20671514
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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206651
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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206600
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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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2066165
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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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20662016
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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2066117
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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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206696
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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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206610
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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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206563
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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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206453
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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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206410
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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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20641711
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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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2064105
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The waters rose / on the earth
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206440
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Let whoever may read this know: I am an evil man, and I have done evil things.
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206470
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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206343
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Words are not like bricks. The neighborhood flowers from within the rituals that enframe the drinking of a macchiato in a café. Now it hovers over the page.
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206376
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Butch the Labradoodle sets some necessary boundaries.
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I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…
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