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In his fridge he had one piece of meat. He hadn’t been expecting me. I cooked it for him and watched him eat.
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140054
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It’s like drawing with Cesium
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158543
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There is nothing so obscure it is not enhanced by talking, nothing so dull it cannot be coaxed into brilliance, nothing so deep it cannot be dug from an abyss and brought to the surface in paroxysms of red.
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59055236
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My mother was an upright piano, spine erect, lid tightly closed, unplayable except by the maestro. My father was not the maestro.
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106010
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Duffy struck an adversarial tone from the outset, offering up a first poem about improper expenses submitted by members of Parliament that ruffled feathers across party lines.
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191910
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“Honey, honey.” He tried to take her hand but she pulled away. “This is about the cup. Don't make it about us.”
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161486
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When the boy held the rifle’s sights on a living creature, his breath stilled and his heartbeat swimming in his ears, his father seemed close.
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141372
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"My dear man. We are not friends we are symbiotic."
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20223915
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In her paper, Emmeline compares Mary Todd Lincoln's crazy, which involved spending lots of money and going to séances, with her Aunt Janine's, which involves wearing cowgirl outfits and running with strange men.
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148752
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The young girl has given up, and lies sprawled out
upon the yellow cover on the bed, with her blue sarong
wrapped loosely around her body. One arm lay
back up above her head, where it was thrown
during the exertion of birth. Her yellow halo
surr
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70500
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A survey by "You & Your Wedding" magazine has determined that one in five British brides now requires her bridesmaids to sign contracts regulating their behavior and appearance.
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104020
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I loved baseball and still do, but if you saw me at eleven years old you would not mistake me for that kid over there, the one with even an ounce of talent. Mine you’d measure in atoms.
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24053926
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I lie here sleepless and wait for the moment when I will touch...
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129766
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I hear
the shriek
of the Laughing Lady
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My name is Wanda McClure and I lived in the foothills of Eastern Kentucky. A small town miles off the interchange, and mostly in the middle of nowhere. I lived in a trailer. I was 52 years old.
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147797
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Dark, green grass covered the pasture like millions of tiny fingers swaying in the heat.
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150755
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He has one good eye and is missing the other. The socket of his missing eye squints with a disturbing and unfathomable insight.
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116541
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That is the question,
not to be or not to be
Life, death, whether to be,
all that is superfluous
in the face of laughter
and how to achieve it
under extraordinary circumstances
like not drinking anymore
I’m afraid not all the alcoh
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132465
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I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
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222796
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This is a fairy tale. There is a princess who is not a princess but we will call her a princess because every fairy tale has a princess. Her name is Tanya. She's the daughter of a mechanic and a housewife. She has two brothers and two sisters. She is the middle…
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96510
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i’ve started writing these things down
on blue-lined notebook paper
or really anything i can get
my tendonitis-ridden hands on.
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96961
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When I was a small child, my father was just barely a man, and he was independently wealthy. So it didn't matter that he was an adolescent inside. There was never any mention of "working." No notion of career. Just the girl he knocked up and the amusing…
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124300
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Danica stared at her hand as she felt he warmth of the wind. She remembered Alysia saying that she felt the wind through the heat.
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19092215
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She leaned up on an elbow, smirked and touched his leg. “Want to do it?”
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1413134
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the urgent, naked glow of opportunity
or
the dim fluorescent nuisance of an object out of reach
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I let the little fingers slip thinking they couldn't stand to hold on anymore. When they were done they said addled and I was left behind in the room with only my hand. I hurt myself trying to picture the pretty girls and they took out a piece above my eye. …
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1288117
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My wife and I are cat people. Indeed, that's how we met. We met at a wake.
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127841
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We cannot love the past...
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1227108
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like the Bible in / Mauritania, like a mouse in a vial of ammonia, / like a retired coal miner on vacation in the Alps
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This is what happened today.
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