1039 1 1
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I hand one of them the octopus and run out of the room.
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124274
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Somebody needs to call Frank. The pediatrician who fixes cars on the side.
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108621
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Her eyeballs are made of fur, like plush little bumblebees at home in her sockets.
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11842
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In one photograph, you are seen holding a large, expensive elephant over your head. You are certain the name of this elephant is Fancy Dan, though you are certain also that you have never before met.
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101421
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The kitchen is full of old girlfriends. I avoid them. They are munching on cheddar and sharing stories I'm sure I don't want to hear.
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107751
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I lift up my sweatshirt and reach with a full fist into my belly button. This is where the fat comes out.
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1381311
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Every night, more often than not, I have this dream where Linda Lovelace, white-gowned and floaty, opens her throat.
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42132
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I love my new apartment: bay windows, crown moldings, smooth porcelain doorknobs. The only thing I don’t like is the color of my bedroom walls, a garish mustard yellow.
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94920
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The possum is sneering with truth. I can smell the blood under his fingernails. He has seen it all, the backwoods distilleries and the back porch propane grilles. He has slept under the beds of whores and kings alike.
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1900
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I'd dreamed it continually. Running through corn, corn still in ears, still on the stalk. And each time I'd wake, I'd have the oddest feeling that it wasn't that simple.
The running wasn't normal running, it was different. There was the distinct sense
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102400
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"You've fallen out of love with me, is that it? That you'll leave me for another girl, who has bigger boobs and fucks you better than I do."
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94310
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Believe me, I would run if I could, but there seems to be a low haze of molasses clinging to my ankles.
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1510
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She is a little girl riding on a blue horse,
Her arms around her father’s waist,
Her cheek press against his back.
They ride through a field crimson with poppies.
I am dead.”
A tide of darkness sweeps him away.
“But, Father,” she shouts,
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2010
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I slowly remember, isolated
figure in space, a saddened smile
leading her yesterday to now
and afterward a heavy weight
bending her head toward dwindling dreams.
Time has flown, and time flows onward.
A voice reaches out, tenderly streaming
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134041
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Refuse to go to the church service, even though you already missed the funeral. Tell his mother something came up. Call his phone over and over, just to hear his voice, until his mother asks you to stop. Make a recording of his voicemail. Delete it an
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