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Mrs. Noah eyed the thickening clouds from the front stoop. Noah was still out in the yard kicking up sand in disgust, arguing with himself the whole time. Piles of cedar timber lay strewn all about. Maybe if they’d lived even three days’ journey clos
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Put blisters on your fingers and
Put plasters on your head but
Put peppers on your privates and
You’ll wish that you were dead!
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“People are staring at us,” Cat said softly into Marcel’s ear.
“We look like an interesting couple,” Marcel replied. “Of course people want to look at us.”
Cat nibbled on that thought for a while.
New York City is the kind of place where people ra
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She would have moved on to the next guy in the next bar, the one who looked like danger on a stick.
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I find it more fun to be a pirate
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Already they’re taking away my books,
supplanting them with Kindles and Nooks.
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Lighter-than-air flight was back. The skies of the coast were alight with colorful balloons, dirigibles, and zeppelins tethered to their docking towers along the beach, the huge aircraft bobbing in the breeze up and down the coast for miles,…
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They waited not a moment longer than was necessary But moved right in and
Began their loathsome ch
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A man walks on the moon my mother knew at Purdue.
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If I floated about this coffee cafe,Like a spirit, just watching.In this room of framed fake memories,A room of ambient light, marketing to the masses,(It works; it gets 'em in the doors.)If I floated, I'd seeThese people sitting—eating, drinking, sipping, typing,…
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There were guitar players, and as happens with talent sometimes, the guitar players were too talented. There could not be places for all of them in a single rock band.
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Because we cannot know, we keep walking, keep getting up each morning, feeding the cat, drinking coffee. Because we cannot know I'm drinking coffee that morning in Thailand, not on the beach but just off, because there is only one spot where you can get real coffee,…
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Chapter one I was sitting in the doctor's office. For weeks, my nerves had been on edge, and I had been feeling like he was going to have a nervous breakdown. I needed the help of a professional. It was hard for me to admit this. I was taught that a man handled…
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She hated the noiseless dying sound they made as he stuck the hook through their eyes. She always wanted for them to scream, but they never did. They didn’t even blink.
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I must pause in his discourse to step outside and relieve myself...
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A useful skill. Tonic immobility. I cannot forget...the first year I was a woman...trying to believe the truth I tell...
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what smells like love may not be love at all
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after several beers this woman told me once/(when I was maybe 15)
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I felt the most afraid I’ve ever felt in my life, like all the unknowns in the universe were rushing through me at once.
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. . . making a little winter-love, in a dark corner.
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You always complained that Christmas/
ruined your birthday/
sister.
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The sometimes shiver that arrives from awkward silences and the more often cold that comes from midwestern winters.
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“How much is stuff worth? Stuff man! Bling! Cargo! STUFF! What's it worth to you? It ain't worth a shit, man! Clean clothes! Comfortable shoes! A ride! Those things are important! But they’re only stuff.
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He nuzzled the breasts with his face for a moment, his leathery skin and tangles of hair tickling her in the process.
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How we segued from exploring the wind to eating a nitwit sandwich.
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". . . Stinkin' vampires, death to all of ’em, them and their plague-festerin' rats. But the new ones, I don’t mind takin’ ’em down before gettin’ rid of ’em. —But you’ll never get that smell off o’ you if you use only one condom, I’m here to tell you . .
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I couldn’t begin to give an account of the latest days.
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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We get prepped for the big finale, and we don't want the guy who turns up with the scythe to be Jo-Jo the dog-faced boy.
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