2074 20 16
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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207432
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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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207411
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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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20741716
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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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207310
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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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207373
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His wings were down when he got into the truck. It was a used UPS truck we’d bought from someone in Berkeley, and we painted out the letter “S,” so that it just read “UP.”
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207351
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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207321
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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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207384
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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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207363
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Now it turns out, the story doesn’t begin with the butterfly lady, herself, but with her brother.
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207396
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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20732618
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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207310
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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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207397
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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207275
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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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207297
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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207282
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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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207296
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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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207200
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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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207163
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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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207110
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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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2071165
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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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2071145
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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207153
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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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207132
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He wasn’t there for the beginning or the end. In the beginning, he was still a wild thing. Nothing more than a voice in the chorus of the Dark Continent, back when it was a thing of terrible beauty and attracted people like the old man; people who breathe
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207140
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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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207076
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Butch the Labradoodle sets some necessary boundaries.
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207000
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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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20691711
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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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