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Bess spent the summer that year at a lakeside court in Lake Elsinore. They told her she only had to spend three months there, before she was allowed to have a spot of her own at the nudist camp. Just three months. But Lake Elsinore seemed like something
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It wasn't until I discovered Dad's cardboard spaceship—hidden and dusty, tucked away in our attic—that I realized he had secrets. Big secrets.
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When the talking's done, they get in their cars to go wherever they go, and just as soon as that last car clears the path, the yellow-cabbed trucks are back and the men get out.
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The base of the monastery before him, he let her go into a warm updraft and she cascaded out and up, never falling as she rode the tiger into her next.
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1080 3 1
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Your place is extra.
No it isn't.
It is, baby.
The man was as aroused by her discomfort as he had been annoyed by her laugh. She wasn't laughing now.
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43 5 3
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This tomb oozes sheet music boxing gloves wooden spoons blood tests garbage bags restraining orders beach towels divorce papers snapshots beer cans empty and full.
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rusted house off to the left a chrome revolver off to the right
desert hallucinations city undulations
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"The worst was the maggots."
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...children live in the moment like no one else. Which is a good lesson for us all, especially when crossing an ocean. Because out here you are alone with the rhythm of your thoughts and the ghosts of your past.
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I murdered my parents 8 years ago.
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Obsessed she swallows, inhales, main-lines police procedurals. When she's in the zone she thinks: Big Gulps, frenzied post-pot potato chip inhalations, all-night squiggles of mirrored coke and rolled bills, chemo through a central vein ...
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two died that year /
well, you know . . . . /
baby you can drive my hearse /
it couldn't get much worse
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I'm not sure why I favor forgotten detritus from God's great tumbler...
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It’s a Wednesday night and she’s driving to a motel in the deep valley, a place she’s never gone, though she’s always loved the connotation that deep valley brings up in her head.
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One must never, ever wipe one's hands on a flag, and this wouldn't even be a problem if people weren't so lackadaisical about getting the flag out and up at picnics.
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