169 1 1
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In front of a museum he arises from nameless sleep with only his vision gristling his body ...
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36 6 1
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Still perky, still firm, I clench my ass muscles and make my way to the water...
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1420 7 0
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There we sat, myself and I, at a small folding table in the middle of the lab beside the main, l-shaped workbench. The lab was empty - always was - except for the two of us.
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367 5 2
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Beside Lorraine, her faithful husband held the knitted booties once intended for their stillborn babies, and beneath these was a box of Lorraine’s missing teeth, which rattled as the pair walked up the aisle.
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659 5 4
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Her beak—an angular void in the center...
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1027 2 0
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"Time really flies.”
“I thought that was only when you were having fun,” he said.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
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124 6 1
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What she had done for him was magical in his mind. She had reawakened the woman inside him, adding to the completion of his being.
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64 0 0
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she walks up to the lake of spiraled colors, yellow and green ...
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1477 10 7
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Sometimes after bookbinding for a few hours at the hand-sewing table, Jillie would, after scraping her knife too roughly over the glue of an old book's spine, feel not like a resurrector of literature, as she should, but a killer. Not a calculating or
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1371 0 0
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Sometimes I have really violent dreams where I smash Libby’s face in with a liquor bottle, a brick, a mounted boar’s head... really whatever my brain makes available to me. I always wake up satisfied.
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1632 1 0
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It's possible I was having an acid flashback or some kind of semi-conscious when I opened the door of #3.
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1255 1 0
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They gave Lee a bunch of morphine in the ambulance and he came to vaguely, murmuring shit about God and mermaids.
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300 5 2
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I’m stretched out beneath the table watching her feet rub together like another pair of fussing hands.
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2733 11 6
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Minerva one night had a change of plans, for Mr. Wright knocked on her door in the form of a potbellied perv with a Vaseline mustache.
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171 4 2
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In Washington Square Park in the center of the fountain and cupped by delusion he whirls and turns shirtless
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