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God forbid you should break one of the camps precious “rules,” which were more or less like the Ten F'ing Commandments around there.
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He took a large sip of his cerveza and watched another one of the prostitutes on la Calle de Montera get brushed off sheepishly by a passing tourist. They operated in a perfect row, forming a slalom course of temptation all the way down the hill...
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Those samizdat Gossip Girl books we used to read at Frotheringham Prep were far more titillating (remember those ‘Itty Bitty Booklites?’)
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I did as I was told, running barefoot down the bare wooden stairs
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I’m a suicide prevention counselor for teens. Most of the time I answer phones and tell kids not to kill themselves over their boyfriends and girlfriends and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, etc. I’m not even sure what the number is—1-800-DONT-DIE or something li
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During the hangover, I crawl to my desktop computer and then Google “rapid STI testing” and “speedy divorce”
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She remembered the feeling of weightlessness, of being lifted against gravity, the soft whoosh of tulle...
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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It was when the party hit a lull and a woman wearing too much rouge was going on about her parakeets that Tom decided to set down his bourbon glass and pull out his gun.
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My mother pulled me aside and observed that I was more cheerful than in years past — even my grandmother had noticed it — but she hadn't caught me stealing off to the pint of Tennessee whiskey I had stashed in the study. Probably because she was…
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"Look," he said. "Look at the knife. See how I hold it?"
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While the tea was steeping, Ms. Darcy unwrapped the package. The book was lovely. It had nice heavy paper and the print was a good size for reading. The cover was glossy and not too showy, and Ms. Darcy thought it would look just right on her shelf.
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So, dear world, whose dearness I have never truly known, I bid you adieu.
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The bay window where she sat in the morning and wrote. The herb garden she had planted one summer outside the kitchen window. The landing where she had lain, viciously twisted, for two hours before he came home from the office and found her.
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Do me a favor: Listen to me. I don’t ask for much.
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