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I used to sneak away to my bedroom to write. I would get away any chance I could to jot down on paper my stories, my ideas, the rich stream of goodness that sprang from my little baby creative brain. It was pure joy.
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... if he planned to install them in their bedroom she would find them more than a little distracting.
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The sun browbeat me relentlessly, like a one-eyed judge with an unforgiving heart.
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I walk past World Shaving Headquarters,
he surfaces again down where I turn
to return to Summer Street and
work, the daily bread and all that.
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And you don't like much. No handholding or brand name sweaters. No phone calls late at night. This is not you. And you certainly don't go for kisses in the rain or cards from the grocery store with…
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I had a weird feeling I had just validated his behavior — provided another tile in the mosaic of his ego and self-esteem — by doing nothing more than entering this hall of mirrors, and reflecting.
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Mid-Dawn//Mid-Dusk -- Wait for me.
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When we were very young, we didn't tell because we didn't know any better. Now we are six, and we don't tell because no one has believed us since we told the story about the vampire upstairs. Now we're twelve, and we don't tell because our family's weird enough, living…
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"Well, you certainly can't be marrying him then .. "
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Together they explore availabilities
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To answer your question, “Do you think you left your soul there?”…
No, my soul isn’t floating around in your bedroom anymore… you took it with you when you walked out my door for the last time.
Well, maybe there’s still just a little
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And, if you look real close, you see there’s a bullet hole next to his left ear. A stray one went past his head and straight through Santa’s heart.
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I rifled through the bedside table until I found dirty magazines
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“So–you can get a stimulus check even if you’re dead?” I asked.
“hell man–in chicago you can vote if you’re dead. i’ve tried to stay active politically.”
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feathered flightless freak of nature
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You think there’s a chance the bag could be holding a severed head, or live or dead kittens.
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“I can’t believe you went ahead and got pregnant without me,” I said.
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Has anyone reached inside your eyes lately? Has anyone searched for your soul as it floated near the ceiling of the past? Has anyone told you they needed you to touch them, to lie down beside them and breathe, just breathe, and live wherever it is that ma
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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One Private View, four couples, not all of whom are adulterous.
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I peeled off a hundred. For the screwdriver, I said. The kid shook his head, made a pushing-away gesture. You need it worse’n I do right now, he said.
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Where I went to college, you couldn’t swing a dead cat in a physics lab without hitting a Nobel laureate. I know–we tried. They finally made us stop–it wasn’t fair to the cat.
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What you see us doing here is not so much, andall we are not being there isn't either. Our kissing mouths may not always be singing, but we are constantly praying for you, and for more rain or less rain, rivers as the situation warrants. Don't…
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I was just sitting in the corner, stirring my stories with a straw that sucked characters out of bars.
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I sighed and looked deep into his eyes. “There is nothing more powerful than denial.”
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A shot in the dark and everything goes black. It's as if the story never happened.
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In her belief that Juni is lucky, Jade eases the horrors our mother suffers at night, not because Juni is stuck in a physical passion, but because the whole family and whole groups of strangers know what Juni is doing for sex.
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One of the women is a brassy blond, and when she takes off her coat, I almost choke on a French fry.
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“Pull out, pull out, you dimwit!” Cheryl B told Andy. “I told you to pull out before you came, if you ever expect to climb up on top of me again! God, Andy, what’s wrong with you?”
Cheryl had flaming red hair and was what we now call “Plu
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