1198 4 4
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I have a ball-pein hammer in my coat pocket.
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100
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My son’s lived in my basement since his wife, two years ago, died of breast cancer...
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110642
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He could smell the vestiges of alcohol on his folks. They’d let him stay up till midnight to mark the new year, and his mother had sneaked him a taste of her whisky. He remembered now what she’d last said before sending him off to bed, how strange it soun
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78611
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In September of that year, our neighbor Wayne had this idea that he could get rich by selling groceries Amway-style, and he booted his 12-year-old boy out of his own bedroom and put up shelves loaded with packages of spaghetti, cans of roast beef, soda po
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102100
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And it's a tough thing
to become a father,
a contradiction;
guiding a child to avoid the things
that you know about so well.
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3533120
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I sat there for two hours, waiting for you.
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118953
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"Bortne! Bortne! Shushort!" she exclaims, shooting her hands over her wobbly head in pleasure, causing it to again pop off. This time, it's a three story drop from a balcony.
Terrified, he yells "Sneeeeew nuuuu! Oh nee padoooo!"
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166333
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Eddie Dorsett was a dumb kid. Nobody could dispute it. More than that, Eddie Dorsett was a fat, slothful, whining, shilly-shallying, phlegmatic zero of a kid, the lowest of the third-graders for certain and a prime contender for the lowest of the entire R
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17612716
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"A prostitute of the Hotel Khadijah in Rahab fell in love with my father...."
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3204516
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All the Jack Daniels does not help me sleep.
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164124
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Fantasy is useless but here is mine.
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23767
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Now it was, distorted as it was through the sepia tones of mourning. It's that sweet spot - the place where fantasy and memory collide. It's what makes reality livable.
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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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810
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Father, what did you think I would learn? That the heart, with an uppercut had fists in return?
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2411
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His death at forty is not one of the
things I wanted to talk to you about.
Of all the things he did, death is not
one of the things he did well.
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