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Vito suddenly found himself wide awake. He was unable to recall having fallen asleep or dreaming or awakening. It seemed he'd just entered bed, yet a glance at the windows told him it was already the middle of the night.
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200021
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I saw a former lover today, by complete accident.
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199954
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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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199992
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You never thought you were capable of rape.
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199954
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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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1999188
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"leaves &damage, &shifts of shape"
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1999119
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strumming on the pipe/blowing on the lute's body/drumming on the horn.
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199932
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Oh, you can’t stay, your poetry/
Is still out in the world, maybe when you die/Your volumes will make their way/Not just here but
everywhere
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199910
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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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19991716
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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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19981510
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You wanted a love poem written just for you. / Here it is. Don’t look askance.
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199842
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199831
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“Tonight’s news begins with a Stone’s Throw exclusive. Intimate friends of hotel heiress Paris Hilton have confided that the talent-starved celebrity has agreed to marry Quaker Bob, longtime spokesperson and package icon for Quaker Oats cereal.
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199876
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Butch the Labradoodle sets some necessary boundaries.
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199831
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You never knew How to express What you didn't know You felt With your words You picked on You taunted You destroyed Did it help To feel yourself Did it work To disparage Those who were Innocent and young Blameless For living …
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1998109
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Sometimes, they beat their masters home...
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1998145
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I'm the joker of the pack in our office, although I think a lot of my humour is too subtle for my colleagues
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199721
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A killer enters the room. No one notices, and the show goes on.
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199760
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her: what are you worried about? me: the dog sitter.
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1997167
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He wears an old black tux, shiny at the elbows, and his gray hair has been styled and sprayed into a fragile tornado. On his lap sits a Chihuahua wearing a bridal outfit—veil and all.
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199640
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When the talking's done, they get in their cars to go wherever they go, and just as soon as that last car clears the path, the yellow-cabbed trucks are back and the men get out.
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199631
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“Can't you tell when I get lonely?”, she asks. “No”, I say. It gets awkward because she wants me to know when she gets lonely. I don't give her the attention she wants without realizing it. She moves away and stares at me for…
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19961311
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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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1996158
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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199693
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The headlines were my source of information and contact. Four Soldiers Killed in Baghdad read one. Seven Ambushed in Fallujah. I’d read them, look for his name, and maybe clip it out. It put me there; put me in touch with him.
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19961412
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“I want to show you something pretty.”
She looked at me, chin on her chest, watery brown eyes looking up. Skin tags on her eyelids made it difficult for her to look as coquettish as she wanted. She tried to flutter what was left of her eyelashes, but syr
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199500
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1995218
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I am standing in my neighbor’s back yard in my underwear, and my trash can is clean.
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199443
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Words are not like bricks. The neighborhood flowers from within the rituals that enframe the drinking of a macchiato in a café. Now it hovers over the page.
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199463
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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