1949 4 1
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I would ask for your name/if your tongue wasn’t in my mouth.
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194996
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But do come close enough for me to hear.
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194854
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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194821
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Six weeks, four thousand dollars, and twelve hundred miles later, I figured I was done with the cleansing process.
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194821
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He tapped his foot, swished his hips, swaying across the worn tile floor with an invisible partner in his arms, the batter-coated spoon still clutched in his right hand, momentarily forgotten. Nearly a decade had passed since he last shared a dance with h
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194742
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I know I know how many times you want me to tell you I’m sorry, okay?
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1947169
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19472016
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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194743
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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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194720
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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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19472310
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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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194663
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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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1946109
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Sometimes, they beat their masters home...
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194573
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see this:/ ink-stained paper/ littering miles
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194552
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My mate and I are owned, but have freedom to take to the endless sky.
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194563
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No flinch, no stretch, no letting the cook get all golden about the chopping block.
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19454218
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At the Cimitiere Montparnasse he offers the girl his raincoat. I'm searching for Samuel Beckett, he says, and holds an umbrella over her as she consults her map. We're close, she says, pointing. I'll go with you. Then we can visit Simone de Beauvoir. My name is Scarlet.…
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194576
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Butch the Labradoodle sets some necessary boundaries.
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1945148
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I like the smoke going in
but I like it even more
when it's coming out
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1945149
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It's eerie. There are no birds. My friend and I take our morning walk in a bubble of silence.
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194520
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I made my way quietly out back and sat in Helga’s whitewashed porch swing, listening to the first faint sounds of big band music drift out of Helga’s open windows and into the cooling summer air. The darkness was moving in slow from the east, interrup
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1945113
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The impression old Updike left on a young mind.
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194532
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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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194510
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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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194497
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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1944188
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"leaves &damage, &shifts of shape"
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194422
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"You're going to have to call me 'dead eye' after I get this possum."
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194486
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Train travel is listed as a possible cause for deep vein thrombosis, a condition that causes blood to clot in the legs. Ray did not tell me this, but I looked it up later, remembered the disability status on his Charlie Card.Baclofen is not used for the treatment of…
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194354
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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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194367
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“Too perfect.” my therapist intervenes in assurance, “You did enough, really. More than anyone else would.” I know the subtext is that I possibly did more than I should. My appointment is coincidentally later that day, after his goodbye letter arrives in
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