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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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206982
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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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20691514
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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2069117
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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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206932
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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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206997
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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206875
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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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20681516
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You should be calling 911
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2068165
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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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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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2068145
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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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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206751
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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206700
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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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20672116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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20672016
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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206740
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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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206610
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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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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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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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206400
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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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206470
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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206354
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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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What can I say about my brother, Stroman. We are twins and we hate each other. He is an honest, brave man with scruples. He is full of bullshit. He thinks I am morally twisted. He probably has a point there, but I don’t see what that has got to do with
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