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I love how you touch me, your hands warm on my shape...
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200
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He bounced over the beach, twirling and leaping as the sunlight warmed the breeze on his belly, like when he and Janie were six. His jacket slid down his arms into a Batman cape and he laughed as he skidded to a stop and crashed onto his back, mouth open and eyes…
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He bounced over the beach, twirling and leaping as sunlight warmed the breeze on his belly, like when he and Janie were six.
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440115
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She can’t think of anything worse.
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Fragments that meant nothing until they became an overture in retrospect.
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1637157
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On Monday I cook coq au vin. Fatty yellow skin detached and floating in the sauce.
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40112
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one isn't so lonely after all
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Every Thursday, around 11 am, right after the cemetery where I work receives the daily shipment of cremated remains to be interred, a frail nonagenarian steps out of the driver's seat of his Lincoln Continental and walks, unassisted, up a flight of twenty granite steps,…
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You gave my ancestors nourishment, but they are dead now and I am immortal, today.
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We made our escape on grimy streets under skies filled with crows, flapping like litter in the wind.
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... and when he shook his head, a brief motion, his mouth a hyphen,
the air grew colder yet...
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I reached for that hair and the air zagged white...
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