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In our first conversation, she tells me love is a dragon: she has come across it’s destruction, hears of it’s size, mythology, of it’s immorality. I sip my hot cocoa (God, I pray she thinks it is coffee)...
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He huddles against the wooden beam of a chop suey stand, glaring out into the giant technological organism that was his city. Lights, hulking monstrosities and endless possibilities were teeming in the night-hustle that surrounded him.
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From the moment they had decided to come until the present, each seated guest had been parading one faceless male possibility after another through her curious mind. Would he be strong? Handsome? Ugly? Crippled? The possibilities were endless...
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Sawyer walked toward the lone house with the sentinel trees.
Behind him there were no tracks in the snow.
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The first burned slowly in the distance. I built a small fire to keep warm. Snow covered the area as far as the eye could see. The sun burned bright in the sky above and the mountains disappeared onto the horizon. My gear had some wear and tear from t
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It had begun with an observation — simple, but devastating if it held any truth.
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Shanti disappeared behind the beaded Jesus curtain that acted as her kitchen doow and returned with a bottle of Clorox.
“Take this,” she said. “Use the whole bottle. And come by tomorrow morning. I’ve got a bunch of new stuff from the twenties
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“Everybody’s seen Tom Waits,” Chris said. “Everybody. His son’s a real asshole. I can’t remember his name, so let’s call him Fred. My friend saw Fred walking with his Dad, in Orinda or somewhere, and was like, fuck you Fred! And fuck yo
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‘A whole damn plane is missing and the only damn clue we have is a 9mm bullet,’ Picasso said to Victor Bravo whom he calls Torv. He’s his partner at the Picasso Investigation Agency.
They questioned the guard assigned on the night of the plane
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She fidgets. Are you sorry I’m this way?
He glances over. What way?
She sighs. You know. She pats her stomach. This way.
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Torvald’s death appeared natural, but Misty had sweated the first hour, until his doctor signed off, “heart failure.” Two days later, she had Torvald cremated, no lingering evidence.
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I passed out one night while I was standing at the sink brushing my teeth.
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And so the man-faced boy grew alone, knowing little of kindness and love. As he grew, he explored the limits of his cold world; crawling in dusty nappies, toddling in hand-me-down rags, at last walking on worn sandals, haunting the edges of human life loo
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He pulls on his wispy goatee and shifts his weight a few times from one foot to the other. That doesn’t help. It rarely does, to be honest.
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A woman confronts her suspicions about her husband's fidelity.
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