1978 1 1
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I rummage around to see which of our many countertop appliances might do the trick. Yogurt maker? No, I need something with more muscle.
The Cuisinart--just the thing! I pick through the detachable blades—where’s the isotope shredder?
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197843
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A great doubt had shut out the light inside us, but each of us called for our lover at the end, and she was generous. Carrying us along inside her over vast distances, chilling our soul with sudden terrible flashes of light.
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197824
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"kissing her with every muscle in my neck."
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19771311
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1977109
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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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19771616
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WITH A BOW TO DOROTHY PARKERWhen his fingers sped along the keys, I'd need to sit. I'd such weak knees. I thought him charming, tall, and able, then he overturned the table. Chili, crackers, cheddar cheese crashed on me-he'd been displeased. I…
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197665
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I. Sweet Anthill The anthill is in front of my house. It started with a cupcake I dropped on the ground, frosting first. The ants started to congregate, carrying sprinkles and cake crumbs into the deep sidewalk crack. A week…
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197621
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I built a house in the middle of the ocean. I used sunlight for nails. Wind for wood. Stars for chandeliers, the moon for a doorknob.
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1976104
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3D is killing my porn career.
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19761814
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I become a lake, a river, a stream, an ocean that will one day be able to move anything, anyone.
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197633
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On a corkboard in the entryway of the Leetonia Shurfine Market a curling handwritten sign said Room for Rent. Kitchen Living Room Laundry Privlages. $65 Weekly.
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197632
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He wasn’t there for the beginning or the end. In the beginning, he was still a wild thing. Nothing more than a voice in the chorus of the Dark Continent, back when it was a thing of terrible beauty and attracted people like the old man; people who breathe
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197632
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Love at first sight?
Not for me.
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1976139
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He saw symmetry, exquisite geometry, body and built world in harmony.
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19751810
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She was a forward-motion girl. She never bothered to learn to walk as a baby. Instead, she stood up and ran.
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197566
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As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages
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19752411
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whistling some blithering tune, trotting around the kitchen in his underwear with his ribs, a long row of meatless tragedies that screamed for something other than the meal he was making.
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1975149
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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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19752718
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. . . there is nothing so selfish as sleep.
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197463
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No flinch, no stretch, no letting the cook get all golden about the chopping block.
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197444
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by the time he's moves onto knives, she has appeared in next door's window: sliver of nut-pale belly, fingers wet with suds, nails painted bright as glitterballs.
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197421
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“The Boy from Thuringia” is part of a series of stories collectively called The History of Adoption. In it, a middle-aged man sets out rather obsessively to write a comprehensive history of the adopted child. In his attempts to finally begin this im
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19741514
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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1974109
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The winner was some kid from Ohio or Oklahoma -- one of those states that begins with an "O" and ends with a yawn.
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1973157
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My editor even said so: “Ralph, the Karmann Ghia is the only car for Henry. The only one he could have possibly driven.”
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19732315
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“Why, you tell a story,” one young fellow said. The expression on his face said “How gauche, how passé!”
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1973179
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I turned on the television last night, and one of the networks had a segment about a girl with no nose.
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1973128
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I got 3 good hubcaps
That oughta be enough
You can take away my house
You can take away my stuff
Just leave it on the curbside
With my beat-up Cadillac
Got my 3 good hubcaps
I ain’t never coming back
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197330
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197331
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Picking up a perfect stranger—perfect meaning dead, in this case—and shaping him into the man you’d want him to be is not so easy.
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