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He tried to call on his break but she didn’t answer. He imagined her on the floor, sobbing, like she’d been the other day. The grey rat would have chewed through a plug-in or some wires and started a fire. She would be ashes, a blackened corpse, reeki
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Fear in a Handful of Dust
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2018 15 13
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Where will you hide? Because you know it Will seek you out for answers you might Only be asking for yourself. It Will send many students to stand outside Your apartment and chant your name. It will beg you to perform its birth Again to the…
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1879 16 13
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The Bond Trader begins his morning with coffee and a hit of LSD.
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1971 22 13
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Pretty boy looks over at me and grins, got a smoke?
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1691 13 12
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Let’s talk about Chattanooga, the cloud / mountains, the monastery bench, drunk / at sunset
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1373 19 10
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found her notebook— maybe it should be called her diary—that she had foolishly left on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago. Numb at first, unsure how to proceed, I went…
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One sneaker in the middle of the A-Plus Pawn lot...
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1639 19 11
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I describe mine as uterine-based hysteria or Sex Test.
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1570 11 8
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I looked at her, shook my head and tried to smile. She smiled back, beaming a radiance that pushed away the chill.
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The boy giggled, splashing his father and howling at the cold.
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I taught Polly to turn on a flashlight with his nose. It became his favorite occupation and he'd sit for hours with the light between his paws, watching the things it lit—sometimes jumping up to lick the wall. He'd shine it on our daughter's…
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1281 23 12
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We know them just enough/
to recognize them when we find them.
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1758 12 10
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Some believe the Scots were encouraged to emigrate, hired guns as it were, to Ireland to civilize that population.
If that's the case, we would see it as another evil English trick. In any case, we MacGowans are Scots Irish and Protestant.
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for going forthe river and being blinded by its millionsof invisible fish, all sparklinglike pink enchanteddreams made of rosequartz and shaped like glassroses, who would? I fell for an illusionaftermy own fashion,but I could alwaysadmit mymistakes and catcha laugh out…
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1682 18 9
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She waves her hand around, says, “Pah!” and starts digging invisible things out of the potato salad with her bare hands.
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We lie sleepless at night, enraged,/
and finger the keyboard
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1781 15 13
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Poets who thrum jirble and thwack
Poets who thrum eat quorn with raw swamms
Poets who thrum are eristic (not shambolic)
Poets who thrum deliciate unto kench when they freck
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I remembered our wedding reception. I tasted the crab cake, pulled her from greeting people, said, you have to try. And she did.
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1371 24 11
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The world knows how to make you smile. I'm certain, but it's your own unique grin that they want for themselves. It's always been their perfect prize to horde. The trouble of course comes from wanting something that only exists in…
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Millicent asked me to stop over at her place for coffee after work because we needed to talk. While pouring, she said she was torn about telling me what her father used to do to her when her mom was not around, but she thought I needed to know how twisted her life was…
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896 12 13
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The child was delivered, set to breathing, and whisked away before Fae Anne could even catch a glimpse of her.
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1280 12 13
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No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well, when I might…
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1940 14 12
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I interviewed in an hour and didn’t have an umbrella, so I ducked inside the next door I passed. It didn’t matter what they sold, I wasn’t there to make a purchase.
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I am standing in my neighbor’s back yard in my underwear, and my trash can is clean.
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I'm standing outside your window with our son's fingers in my fist.
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Their breath stank inside my lungs and tamped down the very minute amount of remorse I had left. It was replaced with contempt. Their fear warmed my cold sensibility as I steeled myself.
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Reality winks at us then scampers off
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perjured like a fickle impulse
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