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I stared out the window, the fog creeped up the Avenues like a spectator.
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1877105
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I never killed a cop before.
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187740
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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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187664
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Sophie is a cat. I tell you this upfront so as not to get you all wound up about moral angst, Nazi's or a mother's love.
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187663
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Cap'n Pepper tries and tries but Old Salty is never happy.
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187663
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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18762016
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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187660
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her: what are you worried about? me: the dog sitter.
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187620
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The phone rang. Pete wiped his heavy eyes and squinted so he could see. He looked at the clock. It was five o’clock in the morning. He rolled over and tucked his head under his pillow. The phone rang again. He ignored it. It rang again. He picked up.
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187644
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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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187533
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Hi, I'm Alexander Payne. I hate sex.
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18751711
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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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187561
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I can feel the souls
of those who perished
here
They’re still here
like old kites
hanging in the sky
tattered, but they
won’t come down
or can’t come down
just yet
because they haven’t
fulfilled their
unborn promises
t
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187500
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Dear Bess —
I go to the First Assembly of God's church. (a Praising Spirit-Filled Fellowship.) It is in Maui. Dr. James Morocco, Senior Pastor. He has been pastoring the church for over twenty years.
My, what a big change I am finding in my new l
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187500
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I, personally, just had no interest in having some pimply-faced moron stick his tongue down my throat.
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18752310
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An Ayurvedic astrologer tells her that she is a child of India. Is a girl born in Indiana a mistake of just two letters on a Scrabble board?
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187597
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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187476
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His toenails were so long they curled under and into the black leathery pads of his feet. They lightly clacked on our linoleum, tap shoes made of thick petrified roots. He didn't seem to mind.
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1874178
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I kiss his sunburned nose, so nice under the beach house. We hear the shower of palm leaves like wings getting ready. We talk about a time we'll no longer know each other, when he'll be sad in a bar in another state, slipping and sliding and petting lost dogs in the parking…
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187354
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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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1873117
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On the bank of the stream, we take off our clothes and dash into the water.
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1873104
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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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18731315
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We wonder if this is how we tangled in our mother's womb: hands to feet to heart.
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187321
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...I told Uncle Lou I thought it (trans-gendering) looked like a thoughtful way of occupying the world. It was a personal triumph, for some individuals, over the destructive affects of denial. Besides, it hurt no one, and it didn’t destroy property. I alw
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187310
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Morpheus dreams… […fairground atmosphere burlesque hand-operated steam organs calliopes cut and spliced reversed harmonium kaleidoscopic grotesque waltzing carousel…] PABLO FANQUE'S CIRCUS ROYAL Grandest Night of the Season! and positively the LAST NIGHT BUT THREE! being…
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1872104
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3D is killing my porn career.
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187242
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He stands straighter and walks toward the phone in the back, near the bathrooms. His wet sock slaps loudly against the tile floor. The buzz of conversation dims to whispers, barely audible above the roar of the espresso machine.
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The stupid suit made me look like an angel, which I hated. I wasn't here to save anyone's soul, not that any of the native animal life HAD a soul. If I have a soul myself, it is most likely in need of salvation, and in no way should I be cast in the rol
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18721912
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He held my little hand in his and guided it through the dirt.
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