2099 20 16
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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209994
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And I watched,
from her warm bed,
the curtains dancing
in the window
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209900
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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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209910
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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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209875
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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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209811
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"Geez," I thought, "not only is this daredevil felon fellow my EXACT height and build — his co-conspiring gal-pal must be, too!" I exhaled what felt like a gallon’s worth of air though my nose. "This is just getting too fucking weird ..."
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20981516
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You should be calling 911
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209867
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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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209822
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The mother was happy, though. She was happy because she could make him some soup and then she could feed it to him in bed.
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2098165
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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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2098158
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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209821
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poon fred / loop ilo/ bussy yubb tree
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209811
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It broke through the surface of the suburban world and shattered it into pieces, fragments of dreams and amazement. She was not the same as she had been a moment before. It was an epiphany she couldn't put her finger on.
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209896
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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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209821
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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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209754
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Jacabo gave the boy a can of beer with oxycontin and rat poison in it. He instructed the boy to drink and talk. Jacabo did this, fully aware that making ghosts was a costly enterprise.
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209674
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Suddenly the auditory havoc dies down and she falls into a loop, saying BANANA CREME PIES FOR SIXTY PERCENTS over and over.
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209699
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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20961311
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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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20951716
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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2095185
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2095105
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The waters rose / on the earth
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209500
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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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2095137
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209553
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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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209582
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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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2095153
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He stopped the shower and recounted his life, now Kin-less and plain.
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20952413
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You hear the thrum of blowflies first...
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209441
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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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209422
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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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