1972 3 3
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"Dad, I already told you about your wife. She’s not coming."
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1972 11 7
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I've been avoidingyour beautiful fact for years in just the past few hours it seemslike it was the scariest plague on earth. Andit worries me becauseit's something so new that Idon't know what to dowith myself.Yes I wouldn't knowwhat to…
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1971 14 13
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1971 15 7
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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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1971 6 5
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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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1971 18 14
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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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1971 0 0
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[continued from part one...]After sweeps, my schoolwork started to slip. I had trouble paying attention in class, and my workbooks and tests came back from the teacher marked in ketchup red ink. I had always been a good student, and this academic…
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1971 2 2
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"You're going to have to call me 'dead eye' after I get this possum."
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1971 16 16
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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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1971 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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1971 4 3
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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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1970 0 0
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A human cop and a cyborg detective team up to solve a case. A sci-fi-pulp-noir-detective story.
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1970 13 11
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1970 10 4
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3D is killing my porn career.
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1970 3 0
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1970 3 2
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Love at first sight?
Not for me.
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1970 9 6
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But do come close enough for me to hear.
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1969 2 1
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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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1969 17 9
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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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1969 0 0
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“For Chrissake! Just get me one of fucking Tony's half-assed, made in China bullshit, getaway cars. My plate is hot!” I had never hated cars so much before. Not so much the cars, but the sound the cheap ones made when they drove past my house. The…
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1968 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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1968 7 6
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The trouble with paper horses was not how flimsy they were when you were flying them, reigns in hand, high enough above the treetops that falling would mean more than a bruised knee.
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1968 8 4
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When I was thirteen and still lived in the desert I saw a ghost woman at the top of a dry waterfall in the foothills.
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1968 3 1
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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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1968 15 14
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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1968 6 0
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"I was just coming home from work listening to Consumer Dave," said Murrietta resident Mick Baylor, through his attorney, "when my eyelids started getting droopy. And he was just talking about how Circuit City was going out of business and I was. . .well,
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1967 30 13
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I had felt suddenly lighter and next thing I knew I was watching Leonard Tucker and Sister William from somewhere near the ceiling. I saw myself, too, at my desk, holding my songbook out in front of me like everyone else.
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1967 6 6
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As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages
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1967 10 4
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When we lived in the attic we were make-believe.
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1967 6 3
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No flinch, no stretch, no letting the cook get all golden about the chopping block.
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