2001 10 9
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She asks me what she should do, and I say I don't know because I'm no good at handling fragile things. She says, let's talk about you. I say I can't - phone signal, you know. She calls me anyway, twice, then leaves a message saying that she just wanted to
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200064
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In grief, I'd ride a slow train there with you, /
one hand in yours and one hand on the rail,
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200098
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My brother died in his sleep almost two months ago. He was 25. He was addicted to pharmaceuticals. Two days before he died, he fell asleep at the wheel and crashed his truck into a highway sign. It was the last thing he owned. He had been living with m
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2000198
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He stared at the mirror, his hair looked chewed up–severed by a miniature lawnmower.
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200020
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Someday they'll find me face-down in a puddle of ink.
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199987
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Megan beat up on herself later over the unsaid.
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199963
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No flinch, no stretch, no letting the cook get all golden about the chopping block.
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199963
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The Operations Management Guru was visiting the twenty-fourth floor on Tuesday, and everyone at the company was wicked with fear.
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199875
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Came to admire Kiyoko Matsumoto. Japanese. Aged 19. Lesbian. 1933. Jumped into a volcano.
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1998109
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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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199822
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"You're going to have to call me 'dead eye' after I get this possum."
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1998189
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19981411
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I'm sure someone somewhere must havefelt something like it before. Imean I've never been able tohave this kind of deep longing asif you might want to forget everythingyou know. I always figured that funny stuff onlyhappened to folks in a foreignfilm. Not to some guy…
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199774
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You want to read, you know where to click.
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199700
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The road that passed through the swamp near where the cemetery stood, that is, the road that passed by the cemetery that stood near where the swamp lay—but no, that’s not the case, because that’s not the same road. If I’d been on THAT road—
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199700
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A dark-haired, handsome man adjusted the headset he was wearing, leaned toward a microphone, and eyed his host, a curly-haired man with a toothy grin, who sat up straight as he received a cue from his producer.
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199731
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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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19971917
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It felt like I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, like I’d walked into a house that looked like mine, but belonged to someone else.
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19971616
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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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1997109
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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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199630
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199698
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Miguel's mom told everyone if you pressed your ear against the knot, Jesus would tell you special secrets.
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1996149
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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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1996139
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He saw symmetry, exquisite geometry, body and built world in harmony.
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199501
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The everlasting shone through when skirting the tenuous threshold of the two worlds.
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199521
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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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199584
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Mimi: Santa, I am so down with taking a number, but I really can't have you reading that particular story.
Santa: Let me be the judge of that. I am Santa. I give presents to kids.
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199421
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“Your brain, your brain tries to make sense of things like this, specially life-threatening weird shit, so in my mind the grass was on fire and driving out swarms of invisible bees that were stinging us to death. Invisible killer bees. You don’t shoot be
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1994104
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When we lived in the attic we were make-believe.
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199421
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The punk boys are my favorite. They come with an attitude, the piercings and the chains and the baggy pants with their underwear hanging out. I’m a punk myself, I tell them. The long white hair and beard? They’re real, my friend.
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