2001 2 0
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Duh. It’s all the same sky. Instead I nod, and don’t say anything.
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200120
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when women’s hair shrinks into tight curly balls and sits on top of their heads like scrunches of wool, blowing in the wind, hanging from the mouths of recently shot deer.
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200142
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1.) Please discuss any real-life problems you may have encountered having to do with the concept of “the look” or “the male gaze” as propounded in some of the feminist criticism readings we've done thus far this semester.
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200152
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All wolves, my child, want to be eaten.
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2001118
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in time there is nothing more important for meto write than this line. It isn't defined in the way you'd like perhaps, but it doesn't matter because it will be true, and you will be true, and I will be the message you get. Some signal has…
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2001126
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“Jesus fall the second time. You want a map? Ten shekels.”
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200131
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Mr. Lowell knelt down and put his face in his hands, his knees quickly covered in blood. Sobs.
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2000148
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It's not loneliness I'm afraid of. It's how I would be happy to be alone too much.
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200010
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2000179
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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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20001412
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At five o’clock in the afternoon, at five o’clock / in the afternoon
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200021
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She used to think of him as someone to entertain with charming lies, but things evolve in unexpected ways.
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200076
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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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200031
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She picked the perfect white wine that she poured in the carafe early to give it ample time to breathe before the guests arrived. She thought of everything. The first course would be Asian Carrot-Ginger soup with black sesame seeds and diced green onion
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200021
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Jack, man in black, sporting manicured talons, his smile an iced knife.
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199986
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“Mules don’t like to dive, Esther.”
“I said maybe, Hugh. Maybe.”
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1999159
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Outside I see the daytime moon, and it is faint as a fingerprint. My cousins have up-turned the biggest rocks and removed all the Sow bugs. The land is damp and red, and the trees feel wet to the center.
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19991816
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captured by his lens and plates/
before humidity and hydrocarbons/
smudge the crisp clean lines
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19981810
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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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199833
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Mike poured vermouth over his Campari and ice. “Gotta say, you have the most amazing view up here.” “Thanks. It's great when I'm washing dishes.” “Yeah, and the view in your front room isn't bad either. This cocktail …
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19981710
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The leaves are telegrams sent from the branches to the wind, saying, “it's over stop don't send kisses stop forget me.”
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199821
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Mary ran her cake business in a way she could never have run her marriage. It was by appointment only, full deposit, partial refund (and this purely at her own discretion). Business was terrific and she had to turn down job after job. She only made…
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199830
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Henry's had a messy day. He splashed, he jumped, he rolled and played. He wrote in books, dressed up the dog, And on the wall he drew a frog. He's wearing dinner, seconds too, And for dessert some fruity goo. It's come to live on…
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199811
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It broke through the surface of the suburban world and shattered it into pieces, fragments of dreams and amazement. She was not the same as she had been a moment before. It was an epiphany she couldn't put her finger on.
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19981314
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Alone on the platform, I waited for a train.
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199861
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Cold water shocked Ernest's face. The evening with Gracie had his nerves hot and popping. She was his fifth date and the closest to his memory of Sadie in college so far. He looked up at himself in the bathroom mirror with his mouth agape. Redness flooded…
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199896
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But do come close enough for me to hear.
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199721
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My dear Papa: I don't care to join you on holiday. Last summer when I came you and Frau Himmelfarb played "Wildlife Management" so late into the night that I got no rest.
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1997104
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3D is killing my porn career.
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1997105
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It’s a bitch of a day, devious. It started out calm and then those monsoon showers hit. The lads legged it back to the vans for a bit of a warm sup. He was going to follow them. The rain machine-gunned the window.
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