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She likes his smile and Cajun accent, his earring and dangerous ink.
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My son, six, is practicing dying.
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Love is always going to be all even when all else is
floating to the burning ground.
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On Saturday mornings, by noon, the delivery car comes from Boston and unloads fresh bread and sandwiches, pork ribs and ground pork stuffed inside of breads and buns and banana leaves, bean shakes, and sticky rice desserts.
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They didn’t run out of each other’s ink.
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They cut the tall specious tree storms snapped the night in two or three. At times
they pause most piously to count each ring of truth, drive nails into the stiff cathartic spine, divine if this unseasoned cigar topiary agrees with its own everlasting te
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Bobby Fischer hates anyone using his name. Movies, books, stories, news articles, games. Kasparov, Spassky, even Deep Blue—he cursed them for ever having thought of his name. Whoever's thinking my name right now—burn in hell!
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I went for a walk to buy coffee, here's what I saw
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I looked at it awhile waiting for it to cool. She said, "Ahh, go on! - Go on, go on.”
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Is: soozly, soggly, 'shrooms and shrimp, chickens and eggs-dropped, skinny brown smooths,snappyish peas and humblestumblingin hothappy broth.
These flinging…
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My eyes became purple, and boys called them "picture windows". Well, not boys, exactly, but one girl did. Junie.
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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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If when he pulled his lips from mine he didn’t say a word, and if he didn’t try to explain or try to win me with bullshit...
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My wife has gone in Laos to translate foreign tongues, and I await the day when I too may leave.
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feeling obligated to write/ is like feeling/ obligated to fuck.
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I read my book of names. Over and over again. Our name appeared in the newspaper 254,991 times between 1896 and 1944.
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Are you interested in a new account?
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Alice writes three different versions of the letter. The last one is the most tempered, the most like her, but still it is such an unlike-her thing to do. The couple who lives above her has been disrupting her sleep nearly every night for the past three weeks. The woman's…
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When you live in New Orleans, the only time you ever get to see cows is at the Winn-Dixie 24 Hour Super Store, in the back between the dairy and the seafood.
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I’m a black and white figure--out of place in a Saturday morning cartoon.
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Don’t rub me out now, not tonight. Or if you do, do it right.
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He shows a wreaking disregard for the safety of others
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The mouth is peculiar and so are the shoes.
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the slow stretches across the horizon
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In China I remembered you only once:the restaurant's speciality, chosenfrom a braid of live varieties,spiraled to the floor while the waiterflayed it with a knife flickedfrom his wrist. The snake made your initialover and over the black tile.What pain? Love's all…
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The diagnosis was peculiar, the doctors agreed, / but so was the condition
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Margaret and I are going to Chicago. Everything we do this morning feels final, as if we are doing it for the last time, which is probably true.
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