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I love you, I said. A beautiful smile struggled through the pain. But I love you more.

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The Unfinished House

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The details left undone let you know that tradesmen, visitors and strangers were not welcome.

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My buddy had been in the computer business, a systems analyst. Surely there would be some mention of him online. But there was nothing. Nothing, that is, until I saw the obituary.

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A Theology of Anorexia

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She always told them that she had eaten earlier, that she had had a big lunch, that she wasn't hungry. "Leave me alone," she cried, running from the table to her room. This anger would burst out of her, so sudden and so total in its transformation--from t

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The Company's Sprinkler Heads

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I am alive, and I am hungry. Angry, I want more. I am not content with what you're offering me. Forty hours a week, two weeks vacation. A mortgage and car payments. Wife and kids, a dog in the suburbs. It's all incredibly unexciting, unsatisfying.

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He had no leg to stand on and so what could he do but fall down, which is exactly what he did.

THE LATE SOLICITORS

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Dutton felt thwarted in his literary career, producing only the classic "Here I sit all broken-hearted, paid a nickel to crap and only farted" in a locker room stall at halftime of the 1963 Weedwacker Bowl.

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I linger and pretend that I’m not there, you find me in the end but I’ll not dare to speak the words I only know to write.

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I hope you’re happy, she said. Fucker!