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I cannot begin to list all the ways this conversation can go downhill from here, so I hang up the phone quietly.
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He knew she’d spend the day furiously scrubbing the best she could too, despite the hot house in the middle of a Southern Summer, and despite no matter how hard she tried, the place would always look filthy.
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Secretly she suspected she was really a witch. She didn't have green skin or scraggly black hair, and certainly no flying monkeys. Maybe those came over time, the more bad things you did, the more ugly you became until all the world could see how horrible
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A new constellation in the sweet hereafter.
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pretending to be lifeless
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I once took the harshest beating for not noticing that the dog had hung himself accidentally with his chain. He had jumped over his doghouse and strangled himself slowly.
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“Be careful of your words, they are more powerful than you think.”
The incensed man-child unleashed a blistering string of curses at the jailer. The jailer’s face underwent the slightest of changes.
“So be it.” He said calmly.
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That little incident with the bomb and the bra and the entire west side of town? Total accident.
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“I wanted coffee, not art. That’s why I came here, and the coffee here isn’t even that good. We should have gone to the place across town, their lattes are the best.”
“How do you determine the best coffee? Do you think they have judges that go from sto
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this ugly thing everyone calls love
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Since I was ten, I've been wanting a tattoo.
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He is sitting in his bedroom trying to decide what to wear. He has an appointment at five. If he wants to make it he has to either catch the bus, which comes in about fifteen minutes, or drive in. If he wants to drive in he needs to put petrol in his car,
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It didn’t take long for a whisper of unhappiness to sweep through the people. Soon the whisper of unhappiness became a whisper of dissent. And a whisper of dissent to turned into a grumble of complaining.
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The doctor expected the padre at the birth of this child, first son to Ruiz the carpenter, but he hadn't been there. A new birth always seemed to please the padre. Later, over whiskey in the doctor's office,…
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