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"People just weren't getting it," he continued, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and hiccuping mildly. "It looks like it's time to UP the ANTE!"
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194421
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It’s late July, and I’ve just been given the assignment to cover Paganfoil’s ‘Warbird’ tour. To tell you the truth, I really loathe this assignment. I never, ever, EVER cared for hard rock or heavy metal or whatever they’re calling it this dec
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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The tall, standing woman with bright red lipstick, elegant at one time, you could tell, responding, “She has dementia,” pointing at her brain. “She was a Holocaust survivor.”
And the one they’re talking about turns as she’s pushing her wal
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194441
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I think theorems and hypotheses
but all that comes out is punching and smashing
frustrated hate flows where I'd prefer to know love.
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194421
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Fleas were a constant reminder that humans are food.
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194363
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Oh, also, had no idea what the whole visit to the Kingdom of the Dead was getting at. Interesting, but seems unrelated to the larger story. I'd cut it. Remember — this is a story about one man's attempt to get home. Stay focused on that.
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194351
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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Erwin came into the kitchen through the back door and went straight to the sink to clean up. Black mud and dried blood crusted his fingertips and caked the callused whorls of his knuckles. He used the round of strong-smelling soap he kept for…
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Everything is illuminated. If anyone is watching, we look happy.
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194300
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Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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1943198
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A discussion at the homeless colony under the expressway overpass crossing the river:
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pluck me from the charred grate
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194220
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How curious that the thought arrived first in Portuguese; perhaps, after so many years, he was finally becoming Brazilian.
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194211
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This is the story of my friend, Gil
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1942247
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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I would be reduced to begging on the streets and hoping for a sign of her in soup lines.
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There's a mirror in front of me and I thought it was so I could see myself, but I didn't want to see me.
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1942109
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I ordered biscuits and gravy
at the Sunset Grill,
Just before the Amber Alert
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194244
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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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I’m going to stop there, before the darkness sets in.
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194198
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My wife stood in the doorway and talked to the back of my head. “You really should talk to somebody about this,” she said.
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flash read. have fun *cheers*
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1940123
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I read the ending to her and it was clear to her--clear as it could only be to a woman, to a woman you're in love with--that I had been describing her.
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194093
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Mesmerizing, the night’s queer colors, the darkness given depth by the earth’s crystalline sheen, by a sky choked with a million fleeting prisms. In the woods surrounding the house another branch snapped, a gunshot loud crack. The echo lingered, cap
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