77 8 4
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He had short dark hair, a black shirt and an accent.
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14000
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A man alone in his paid-for living room, with his hands folded behind his head
A man running from a bar, a bald man seen from behind
Someone who made a wide circle to avoid your laughter
A man undressing at the side of the road saying: “How you
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138021
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... red lipstick shiny in the bar's light, raven-colored hair spiky and toussled. Jen opened her mouth to say something, stickiness of her cherry Chapstick separating with her lips ... and the girl leaned in and started kissing her.
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12511
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Lo pulled me out of the bar. We walked a few blocks to a corner liquor store. We walked to the back of the store, down the steep stairs, and into the basement. Down there, empty Heineken bottles were lined up against the wall and the smell of rotting verm
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93311
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“I love women. They’re like goddesses.”
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92221
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I saw blood. The walls of the bar were completely covered in red shag carpeting. Had I been thrown back in time to the Seventies? It felt as if I had entered Hell itself. No, this was not Hell. This was the Aryan-Brotherhood's version of the movie Shaft. I…
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15031
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3 paragraphs from an essay I'm working on.
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115022
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Sloe Gin Fizz is pink
Bombay Gin comes in blue
I’m sitting here at Emerald’s
And all I can think of is –
you.
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1020179
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A woman who is, say, a culinary arts champion or an heiress devoted to literature such as Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman) or Peggy Guggenheim might be able to turn me on, turn me out, turn me around.
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88301
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I was sitting at the barFeeling the blues after workDrinking my 64 0z pitcherOf beerBody hurting all overAnd this kid begins to talk to meAbout how drinking is killing myBrain cellsAnd of course i have heard thisShit all beforeYet i act dumb all the sameLike really? I did…
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98155
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This was not the bar that the artist usually frequented.
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