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They are always there. Stoic and steady.
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Click-clack, click-clack. The cadence of the tracks below push George back and forth between what happened and what is to come.
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I can hear the echoes clearly. They are distinct and crisp, almost as though they're all on exact trajectories to me from their final bounce, without any interference. Each sound, while unintelligible, seems to fit perfectly and expectantly into my ears
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104900
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His left hand is still clutching the blue Bic lighter in his pocket, rubbing it slowly but firmly. Anticipation is building, filling Theodore up like a combustible gas inside of a too-small container.
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Lo pulled me out of the bar. We walked a few blocks to a corner liquor store. We walked to the back of the store, down the steep stairs, and into the basement. Down there, empty Heineken bottles were lined up against the wall and the smell of rotting verm
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“Are we going to move him? I don’t think we should move him. What if he’s got a broken neck or something, and moving him makes him paralyzed? I’ve heard of that happening.”
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73106
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My sister... ended up dancing naked in a topless bar called Tit for Tat on the ass end of a small but bloated town called Liberty.
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Every time I squished an ant with my finger, I felt a piece of me loosen and chisel off.
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Any visitor to Philadelphia ends up, inevitably, in Rittenhouse Square, right in the heart of the city—as William Penn himself intended, in his original design. These days, trendy outdoor cafes line the Square on Eighteenth Street; and in the current fashion, have…
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Last-minute women notice me and latch on, converging in narcotized spirals, old sunflowers twisting towards a fake light. Ugly, used up people, turning like dirty snow, terrified of facing the sunlight alone, of the hour long drunken drive home.
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7300
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April and Holly Shipp may have looked like twins, but their natures were like shade and sunshine.
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Selena didn't expect to see her husband spewing on their white, shaggy-chic sofa. She ran to him, but Lucas raised a hand to stop her from coming too close. It was too late. Beyond the sourness of his bile and the burning apple pie candle on the coffee ta
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We were young, she said, it was all in front of us. We should never have settled for this.
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