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That morning arrived with the sound of steel pipe hitting the ground
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The world of jazz resembles the Elizabethan stage: bare, unadorned sets, little of what is performed is reduced to writing, no, or hardly any women.
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I remember him saying something like: “Are you aware of how completely horrible you are as a human being?”
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Loss and awakening are irrevocable. Love and grief are one.
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She had the smile of a pixie on mushrooms in a disco ball universe, and I dug her style.
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Back when they were younger, David was always gushing about every little thing in his head, and his openness appealed to her as much as his muscular frame did. But after that year they spent apart, he was always ... smiling. Smiling and vague.
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Those without magic, tried to figure out what their fellow co-workers were looking at as they watched Alysia fly. Oryn lifted her head up and her mouth gaped open, her eyes twitched as the reflection of a bright light glared across her eyes.
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They're bound to wonder what sort of offspring we'll hatch. We've done the tests, we are cross-fertile.
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You don't just hear the sound, you are the sound, you and everyone else in the room.
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I was going through Lenin's jewelry and his paintings with a team of experts. I got the idea that I was hired to verify his paintings, although I didn't know he painted.
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My apologies also for those crowded roads you and your families have to drive on. My generation would have built more public transportation but, in all honesty, we just didn't give a damn.
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"We regret the inconvenience. Due to hijack activity, we have orders to secure this flight. Please remain seated. We will be landing shortly. Thank you for your cooperation."
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1. Poor grammar does not sleep. 2. We'll never finish every idea we have. 3. No matter how hard you try, you still might make it into my book
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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
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I spent the summer of 2001 in disguise;
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My first time all started with the girl on the bench. She had those perfect eyes, you know the ones, where you see them and you just can't help wanting to take everything she has on her. Those kind of eyes. And I saw them first. I was the first one there that morning at the…
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Trenches coated with man-gruel laced the earth.
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Hours. Hours, bygone. He said, “Come to me all liquored up and you know what’s gonna happen.” Sure. It was every bit true, what he said, six months bygone, chewing off cuticle scabs somewhere out west.
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There's something about the way he touches me every time that makes my heart skip a beat and pushes the air from my throat. I shiver under his hot breath while he whispers softly and pulls himself closer, letting his fingers glide…
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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I just can't figure out why nothing terrible happened to me that night. Young, blonde, drunk American girl sitting on a dirty curb in the red light district of Nuevo Laredo, and everyone left me alone ... amazing.
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A deserted breeze hangs and waits
and talks with staggered shapes in the sky
like a melancholic child,
held behind
and forced to face the wall
as better taught and better-tempered children
dig for ancient ruins
just ou
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My girl hit me with an ice cream freezer.
She did it ‘cause she said she didn't want me to tease her.
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She’s gotten more involved in the game with menopause.
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You better not come home drunk, you shithead, or you'll be sleeping in the yard!
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we're only playing with this language you and I
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when women’s hair shrinks into tight curly balls and sits on top of their heads like scrunches of wool, blowing in the wind, hanging from the mouths of recently shot deer.
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What about the poor nobodies to somebodies being tossed like wet rags onto more wet rags?
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