1883 13 15
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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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1883 3 1
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"Special delivery for a friend?" he asked. "Postcards are a wonderful thing. All people want to do nowadays is send e-mails. But what's better than putting a postcard on the fridge?"
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1883 9 6
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But do come close enough for me to hear.
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1882 4 2
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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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1882 3 0
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1882 16 7
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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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1881 1 1
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Angelina Jolie, seducer of Brad Pitt, tattooed mother of rescued orphans, and the unlikely daughter of Jon Voight who broke Billy Bob Thornton's heart, is only two blocks from me, in a travel trailer on Seventh Street, gently rousing herself from sleep.
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1881 8 0
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The trainers looked at her and smiled and they were still one creature with four legs and two heads. The old man’s left eye moved in sync with the younger one’s right eye.
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1881 2 2
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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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1881 15 8
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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1881 6 1
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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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1881 1 0
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Jasmine invited herself over and plopped herself on my futon. "Let's fuck," she said, bluntly. "I want to."
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1881 2 2
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He had no leg to stand on and so what could he do but fall down, which is exactly what he did.
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1880 10 4
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3D is killing my porn career.
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1880 11 7
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On the bank of the stream, we take off our clothes and dash into the water.
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1880 11 3
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The impression old Updike left on a young mind.
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1880 22 10
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"You are wolves circling, eyes burning in the dark...."
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1880 19 8
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A discussion at the homeless colony under the expressway overpass crossing the river:
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1879 7 5
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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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1879 14 12
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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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1879 0 0
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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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1879 8 6
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Years After she can go home.
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1878 11 9
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1878 10 9
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"Why didn't you tell me it was Halloween?" he asked. She shook her head. The doorbell rang.
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1878 16 16
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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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1878 0 0
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January 3rd EST/January 2nd PST 2002 It's 1:45 am or 10:45 pm depending on your philosophy about changing your watch when you fly. My plane is scheduled to land in San Francisco soon, but I'm completely disoriented because I've just had my first post-9/11 dream. …
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1878 3 2
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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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1877 5 4
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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1877 29 12
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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1877 1 1
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I am one one millionth of a ratings point. A little flash of electronic blue against the wall of an otherwise unlit upstairs room at night. Walk by on the sidewalk feeling lonely, then see that harsh spark of indigo spring from the dark window above and
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