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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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The Grateful Dead once said, “what a long, strange trip it’s been.” That lyric has meant many things to many people, but it never meant much to me. I never got The Dead and the whole movement, but I understand the lyric.
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Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.
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Finally my daughter emerges from behind the silver curtain, riding piggy-back on a gigantic proboscis monkey. She's preoccupied by his nose, and wrings it like a wet dishrag with both hands. If it hurts he's not showing it.
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“Let's look,” you said and pointed softly, one by one to each room with your index finger; the bedroom, the bright …
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Sylvie grew up with ruins for playgrounds.
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That shirtless guy looks like the man I almost married. I can almost feel that beard sanding my inner thighs again.
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"...and time came hurtling behind him, gripped his shoulder/ jumped clean over him like a buck goat/ the world aged but he did not/ he spent his afternoons in an old car with fake leather seats/ drank cold beer under the olive trees/ or lay in a hammock/
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For the last five months Stacey had been seeing Mitchell a fellow officer on the force. They would match up their shifts so they could be on street duty together as often as possible. They would go back to her place at least once each shift they worked
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the ones that have seen
the other seasons,
let them set up the track
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Over our short, yet enduring relationship, I found that he was desperately trying to reconcile his ambitions with his situation. I left and he continued to be unhappy, trying to "fix" what he now realized had been broken all along. In the end, a span of a
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A midday surprise visit ended his second board: with Reginald in one arm, his foster-mother opened the door on a horrified case worker.
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I was walking my Belgian Wafflehound
Past the Belgian waffle shop
I found a penny on the ground
And did a tiny little hop
I spun around and went inside
The Belgian waffle shop
And bought a little waffle
For my Belgian Wafflehound
I
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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/
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